#if a dragon told me he was gonna kill my boyfriend I’d be like yeah man fuckin probably!!!

[oberonbronze]

yes yes the relationship between mordred and merlin is a tragic portrayal of how devotion can be corrupted and the devastation of watching destiny unfold in front of you out of your control but good lord it is funny. if i was merlin id be astral beaming myself straight into that teenagers head every time arthur bothered me like chop chop you stupid little prophecy boy fuck you

#it’s even funnier when mordred is not actively murderous or resentful and Merlin just has a violent one-sided enemyship with a teenager #go on girl give us nothing!!! #in his defense. mordred was the MOST evil looking child I have ever seen #if a dragon told me he was gonna kill my boyfriend I’d be like yeah man fuckin probably!!! #Merlin #Merlin bbc #merthur #merlin emrys #mordred #arthur pendragon #bbc mordred

[houseofpendragons]

My Boyfriends Predicts each Game of Thrones Season Finale pt.3

A/N: My man get back from his cruise tomorrowww!!! Then it’s on to season 4! Also he told his his dads favorite episode is the red wedding 😭😭😭 my baby don’t know what that is and was like “yeah I can’t wait to watch that episode then” 🤦‍♀️

- Catelyn will stay prisoner for a little while longer until Robb finds out the Kingslayer is back in custody and…idk

- Robb is gonna go talk to what’s his face (Walder Frey) and get the other half of his army and march on Lannister Land [ohhhhh😬; if only that’s how this show worked]

- Jon is either gonna link up with his buddies and escape or march on the wall and be like “I’m free now”[He said if I was him I wouldn’t want to be any part of that march between five different people]

- Sansa might go back and hang out with her old lady friend at some point, he thinks she also want to get the fuck out of there. But isn’t she about to be betrothed to what’s-his-face? (Loras). Sansa will either do that or the queen will Marry Loras and maybe she’ll go with little finger. Who’s this bitch gettin married to?🤔 [Lmao kinda but we take the long route😂]

- Arya will get dropped at Riverrun until her mom and Robb come to pick her up (probably get bullied a bit along the way) [baby have you learned nothing smh 🤦‍♀️ ]

- Jamie, things are starting to look up for him. That guy might return Jamie for money. And he thinks someone’s gonna try to rape Brienne again (she’s gonna beat the shit out of them) [I don’t care what anyone as to say to me, I will die on the Jamie/Brienne ship]

- Cersei is probably gonna have Ser Loras killed that way she doesn’t have to marry him. [only in her dreams;for now🔥]

- Joffrey is gonna go, closer, like more and more insane. But at the same time he’s going to be controlled by his new wife. Joffrey is, uh…let’s see…idk

- Margaery is doing really good. She manipulating Joffrey real good with that crossbow scene 😏 you know you like to kill people 💀

- Tywin is gonna bonk his two kids on the head when they don’t marry the people they’re supposed to fuck…i mean marry. And he’s going to assume the more political side of the Kings job, likes he’s just going to be doing the kings political shit

- Tyrion, I think bro is actually going to like fumble to kingdoms bag. Like he’s gonna drop a bag of money in the street and make some poor kid rich. He’s not gonna marry Sansa. He’s gonna be like no dad, I’m gonna marry this woman

- Loras should pick correctly🤦 careful who you pick [😂😂😂]

- And the old lady (Olenna) lit [Same, she my fav💅]

- Dany is coming back with a vengeance. She’s got an army, three dragons, and she’s gaining army’s as she conquers city’s. So, yeah… she’s winning in this game of chess [from a certain standpoint I suppose]

- Sam, bro might get fucking murdered. He might find Jon and be like “Buddy?!” And Jon gonna be like fuck they’re gonna make me kill him… [I swear to god this boy is always thinking Sam is going to die, like let that man live in as much peace as he can find]

Add on after episode 6 bc I forgot…🫢

- Bran is gonna go to the wall and be like 😱😱where’s Jon?!?! But Jon’s gonna be out there with the bad guys, doing bad guy things like climbing the wall. And Brans gonna grow up and be big boy and control his wolf through his eyeballs… in his wheelchair ( someone’s gonna get that man a wheelchair) [he not wrong about the wheelchair]

- Theon, bro’s gonna die 💀 though he deserves it [Nah not death, though I’d argue what he went through might have been worse…]

Afterthoughts:

Shit is crazyyyyy but good

Same as alwayssss…Dany is a Goddess 👑 and Joffrey is a Joke 🃏

#game of throne #game of thrones season 3 #asoiaf #robb stark #jon snow #theon greyjoy #catelyn stark #catelyn tully #arya stark #sansa stark #bran stark #jamie lannister #tyrion lannister #tywin lannister #cersei lannister #stannis baratheon #joffrey baratheon #joffrey lannister #olenna tyrell #margaery tyrell #loras tyrell #danaerys targaryen #samwell tarly

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

please please a part 2 of that gamer!geralt au, them doing something like Q&A

Nonie, I hope you know what you signed up for. This got out of hand lmao. like 2.4k of Q&A kind of out of hand. 

Warnings: swearing, talk of drinking to excess, kinda spicy questions, lil kisses, idk how but I meant for this to be goofy and horny and it got kinda soft? what’s new?

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“Holy shit,” Geralt sat staring at his phone as he mindlessly stirred pasta.

“I swear to god, if you found a way to burn noodles-” Jaskier turned away from the blender to wave a wooden spoon covered in pesto puree.

Geralt shook his head and held his phone up to him, scrolling through the replies to a tweet as he did, going on for ages as Jaskier’s jaw slowly got closer to the floor.

“What are those for?!”

“I put up a poll for a boyfriend Q&A or a game review and not a single person has voted for the game review.” Geralt was still scrolling through questions people wanted answered as he watched Jaskier’s face go from shock to confusion to a smug grin. 

“They love me,” he sang, kicking his heel up as he turned back to the pasta sauce.

Geralt rolled his eyes and started screenshotting some of the less invasive questions, shaking his head and muttering, “Course they do.”

-

Geralt pressed record, waited a moment, and heaved a dramatic, long-suffering sigh, “You guys literally didn’t even give me a choice on this one,” he reached off frame and scruffed Jaskier, plopping him down on the couch with him. 

Jaskier didn’t stay where he was put for even a moment, using his momentum to bounce up onto Geralt’s lap with a shit-eating grin, “Oh? Are we rolling?”

Geralt dropped his forehead to Jaskier’s shoulder, stifling a laugh, “This is gonna be a long one.”

“Yeah, it is,” Jask agreed, then turned to the camera, stroking Geralt’s hair, “My fans want more!”

“OH-kay,” Geralt manhandled Jaskier to sit next to him which earned him a pout and a leg draped over his lap as he continued his intro, “I’ve got a bunch of questions from twitter. I didn’t even have to confirm which video we would do, you guys just went straight for the kill. I picked a few, Jask picked a few, neither of us knows which ones the other picked.” he turned to see Jaskier wiggle his eyebrows at the camera, “Why am I thinking you picked the raunchy ones?”

The brunet pretended to be offended before he smirked, “Only a few.”

Geralt rolled his eyes. “Of course,” he nudged Jask with his shoulder and opened up his phone to his screenshots, “Okay! First up is AdamSandlersBitch, nice name. They asked what Jaskier’s favorite gaming console and game to play is.” he turned to Jaksier with raised eyebrows.

His boyfriend cringed, “My.. my phone? I don’t know? I play a lot of Candy Crush while I listen to podcasts?”

Geralt smiled sweetly, “Wait what about Stardew Valley? I thought you started that?”

“I did!” Jaskier brightened up for a moment before he deflated again, “But I got confused and then the ADHD made me bake cookies.”

“Those were good cookies. I’ll play with you if you want?” Geralt’s normal ‘streamer dude’ persona melted away while he played with the rips on Jaskier’s jeans. 

Jask leaned forward and kissed his temple, “I’d love that.” 

Geralt blushed, even after years, Jaskier’s affection still caught him off guard. 

“Mkay! My turn!” Jaskier flashed his devilish grin and read, in his most obnoxious voice, “Dwn2Clwn said ‘do you two live together? Have you said ‘i love you’? And who tops?’”

Geralt’s mouth twisted into an upside-down U as he stared at Jaskier in muted surprise, “Honestly, not as bad as I expected.”

Jaskier looped his arm around Geralt’s, “I’m starting off easy.”

Geralt let his mock-disapproving gaze linger just a bit before he answered, “The living together is kind of new-like a few months. This one said ‘I love you’ on, what? The fourth date? Fifth?”

“Fourth.”

“No, it was the fifth, Eskel locked himself out on the fourth. Remember?”

“Shit you’re right,” Jaskier gave the camera a stern look, “In my defense, we’d been friends for a good four years before this. I wasn’t just confessing my love to a tinder date - though I have done that before.”

Geralt nodded, “That was very amusing.”

Jaskier tapped his nose, “Don’t avoid the last part, darling.”

Geralt huffed and stared down the camera, and, in the most matter of fact tone possible, said, “We switch. Compromise, folks. Can’t have one person doing all the work all the time.”

Jaskier nodded sagely, patting Geralt's chest, “We got a pow-”

Geralt clamped his hand over Jaskier’s mouth, 100% sure he was going to say ‘power bottom pillow princess’, “Nope. I’ll get demonetized for that.”

“But not who tops?” Jaskier asked through Geralt’s fingers.

He just shrugged, “I don’t make the rules.”

Jaskier tapped his phone and raised his eyebrows, telling him to move to the next question. 

“Mis- Mischanication? Shit I hope I said that right, Mischanication asked, ‘would you ever get a pet together?’ We did! Her name is Roach and she’s a little shit! I told Jaskier not to feed her, but he did, now we have the snuggliest, crankiest cat I’ve ever met!” 

Jaskier had gotten up to pluck Roach from her perch on the windowsill when Geralt had read the question and plopped down with her as Geralt finished his proud speech, “She’s not a little shit! She’s just delicate! Isn’t that right, darling?”

Geralt scratched under her chin and cooed, “You are a nasty little dragon baby, aren't you?! Just a little garbage child! Yes, you are. We love the tiny demon beast.”

“Geralt!”

He snickered and kissed Jaskier’s hair, “Next question, love.”

Jaskier grumbled something about positive reinforcement as Roach scampered back to her cat tree and he unlocked his phone for his next tweet, “This darling wants to remain anonymous,” Geralt gave him some serious side-eye at that, “they said ‘I think I’m in love with the flower twink, where can I find one of my own?’”

Geralt frowned at the camera and pulled Jaskier onto his lap, holding him close and snuggling into his chest, almost growling, “Hands off.”

Jaskier giggled, brushing Geralt’s hair out of his face as he talked to the camera, “You heard the man. Unfortunately, I was not mass-produced and I’ve been spoken for.”

Geralt looked up at him with what could only be called suspicious puppy eyes, “You picked that one just to sit in my lap didn’t you?”

“Yes. And because I want to change my socials to ‘flower twink’.” 

“Do it,” Geralt kept Jaskier on his lap as he swiped to his next question, “Eggsfuckingsuck - heh, my dad hates eggs- Eggsfuckingsuck says, ‘what is the most embarrassing thing you’ve caught each other doing/saying?’ Oh boy, do I have a story for you!”

"Oh I couldn't say the thing but you can tell this story!?" 

"...you have a point... Check my insta stories. I'll put it there after I post this." 

Jaskier nodded, ever so pleased, and turned to the camera, "Our dear Yennefer of sorceryglammour once beat Geralt at trivia night when the theme was 'video games'." 

“We did shots before we went to the bar and she goaded me and Lambert into a chugging competition before the round started. I’m telling you, she planned this. Yen is ruthless.” Geralt desperately tried to justify his defeat but Jaskier was having none of it. 

“She’s mostly harmless, plus I have video evidence from that night. You weren’t that far gone.”

“Pull it up! Let’s settle it.”

Jaskier patted Geralt’s head like one would a toddler, “I’d have to get my old laptop out. Later, darling.”

Geralt had a smug look on his face, “That means he doesn’t have it anymore.”

“Next question!” Jaskier squeaked, not at all changing the subject. 

Geralt shrugged, “If you admit I won that one.”

“It’s not a competition!” Jaskier laughed, looking down at him with that stupidly smitten look on his face.

“Hmmm…” Geralt tilted his chin up defiantly, “if you say so.”

Jaskier kissed him, lingering a little bit more than could be considered chaste, “I do.” 

Geralt looked up at him, batting his eyelashes, “Fine then, next question.”

Jaskier handed him his phone and he read it off leaning his head on Jaskier’s shoulder, “CountryBumpkin42 asked if we play any instruments. I play the recorder very poorly, but Jask plays everything.”

“Not everything, but yes, I could cover a Trans Siberian Orchestra song if I had a pedalboard with enough loop settings.” Jaskier preened. 

“And more,” Geralt added, counting on his fingers as he spoke, “In this house alone he has two pianos, three different types of guitars, a drumset, a violin and fiddle, a flute and piccilo, an oboe, a mandolin, a lute, bongos, saxophone, clarinet, tambourine, trumpet, and xylophone. Did I get them all?”

Jaskier glanced from side to side with a guilty look, “Ah… no, I bought a bass sax that showed up last night.”

“Oh, did Thursday at 3 decide they wanted to switch after all?”

“Yeah! She got the third chair as a freshman on a loaner instrument! I’m very proud!”

Geralt seemed to remember they were recording and turned back to the camera, “J teaches music at the university and does private lessons.” 

“It’s how I can afford such a pretty trophy boyfriend,” Jaskier teased, ruffling Geralt’s hair and earning a little chuckle.

“Mkay, what do you have next?”

Jaskier smoothed Gearalt’s hair back down as he read the next question, “3R4108F6!J asks if we have any cute nicknames for each other.”

Geralt’s eyebrows nearly flew past his hairline, “J has a new one for me almost every day.”

“Its true,” Jaskier nodded, “I am a slut for cute nicknames. This morning was Ger Bear, one of my faves. I called him Thumbs for a bit, I lovingly call him Dumb Fuck rather often.”

“And he is Dip Shit, it’s balanced. I usually just shorten names? Jask or J is usually it, right?” Geralt asked, shifting so Jaskier was sitting on the couch between his legs and they were both turned out toward the camera but very much still cuddling. 

“And when I’m being childish I get Alfie. But Geralt is much more deliberate and specific with his nicknames. It’s a bit of a friendship level up when he uses nicknames.”

Geralt frowned at him, “I do that?”

Jaskier giggled, “You never noticed?”

He tilted his head, giving Jaskier a quizzical look, “Not at all.”

Jaskier cupped Geralt’s cheek, “You’re so cute.”

Geralt blushed again, leaning into the touch just a tad, “Who’s turn is it?”

“Yours,” Jaskier hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. 

“Okay,” Geralt blushed even more, “I had this one as an alternate, but uh, Yen asked what we’d name our first kid?” 

Jaskier leaned into Geralt’s shoulder and hummed as he thought for a moment, “I always like Blake or Spencer, but I seem to remember you saying something about old world traditional names?”

Geralt nodded, absentmindedly running his fingers up and down Jaskier’s arm, “My grandma was hoping each of us boys would be a girl and wanted mum to name us Cirilla every time. I quite like it, but I’m rather open as long as I don’t know someone with the name. I really like Eric?” 

“Oo, I like Eric.”

“But you like the neutral names.”

“I do, but it’s your hypothetical kiddo too.”

Geralt gave him a little squeeze, “There’s time for that later. What’s your next one?”

Jaskier snorted when he looked at his phone, “What are your guys’ love languages?”

Geralt just looked down at Jask, completely entangled in his arms, then up to the camera, “I’m gonna hazard a guess at physical touch.” 

“Yeah, I think that’s a safe bet,” Jaskier giggled, “I haven’t taken the quiz in years, but I was that and gifts.”

“Oh, yeah. Physical touch and words of affirmation. I got like a 0 on acts of service and gifts, but I really like giving gifts.” 

“Mhm, yes you do,” Jaksier wiggled his eyebrows, then turned to the camera, “I also had no idea you could have different giving and receiving languages till I met this one.”

Geralt nodded then turned to him with a slight frown, “you know I really thought your questions were going to be more graphic.”

“Oh, honey I saved the best for last,” Jaskier winked. 

“Fuck me,” Geralt grumbled before reading off his last question, “Cali852 asked what we did for Pride.”

Jaskier’s eyes lit up, “Oh Pride was fun. We watched the parade, of course, then Yen did our makeup and… and where did we go after that?”

Geralt looked like he’d been waiting for this, “We went to a club, where you ordered three kamakazis, knocked them all back, danced for twenty minutes, then I took you home.”

“N-no… we went to the beach, didn’t we?”

“That was the year before. We were going to go to the drag show at our regular bar too, but someone had just finished grading finals and went a little too hard.” 

Jaskier grinned, “Speaking of finals, time for the last question. I had a different one in mind but if the thing I cant say from earlier would get this demonetized then that defintitelyi would. So we’re going with ‘what is the wackest placy y’all banged?’”

Geralt snorted, “Shit who knows anymore?”

“Well there was the boat?”

“Or the train?”

“Nah, too standard. What about the cabin?”

“Heh, no I think your o-”

“I don’t have tenure darling,” It was Jaskier’s turn to slap his hands over Geralt’s mouth, “The answer is a dilapidated structure my parents still try to call a cabin out in the foothills.”

Geralt laughed and pulled his hand away, “Okay, that can be the answer.”

“Is that it? Now we just say bye?” Jaskier looked between Geralt and the camera.

Geralt shrugged, “Yeah. You wanna say the thing?”

Jaskier wiggled with a little pride and excitement, “Don’t forget to like and subscribe! Bye Fuckers!”

They both waved for a couple seconds before Geralt got up and turned the camera off. He popped out the memory card and was going to immediately start loading it onto his computer but Jask hooked his finger through a belt loop as he walked past and tugged him back down. 

“I’m tired. Snuggle with me.” 

Geralt hummed, “We just snuggled that whole time.”

Jaskier heaved a dramatic sigh, “I know and this is exhausting. I don’t know how you talk to a camera all day.”

Geralt stretched to set the chip on top of his laptop before collapsing back on top of Jaskier who had stretched the length of the couch, “Are you making fun of me?” he teased. 

Jaskier cupped his face between his hands and pulled him up for a deep kiss, “Oh never.” 

#geraskier #gamer geralt #streamer geralt #teacher jaskeir #noob jaskeir #geraskier boyfriends #geraskier fluff #soft geraskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier fic #geraskier modern au #the witcher modern au #look this is so self indulgent i hope yall still like it #lmao

[crazy4dragons]

Prize

Hiccup gives Astrid her prize for winning the dragon race. Sequel to Triumph. Rating: M. Hot and heavy smut. (Warning: Not for children!).

“Why is there always so much fabric?” Hiccup complained, his fingers impatiently working to unwind Astrid’s bindings.

The blonde laughed. “Well, in case you haven’t noticed, it’s cold nine moons out of the year, so unless I want my chilly nipples poking through my top for the whole island to see…”

Hiccup smirked. “Of course we don’t want all of Berk catching an eyeful, but once it’s just you and me, I certainly wouldn’t complain about lighter layers.” As the wrappings finally fell away from her torso, he brought a hand to her cheek and captured her lips with a gentle kiss.

“Neither would I,” agreed Astrid, straddling his waist and reaching up to massage his naked shoulders. “My boobs need to breathe sometimes, you know.”

He ran his thumb along the inside of her bare thigh, causing shivers to run down her spine. “How about we give your whole body a chance to breathe?” he asked with a wink, hands moving to the hem of her underwear.

She nodded, a sigh of relief escaping her parted lips as he tugged the damp fabric away from her center.

“My Thor,” breathed Hiccup, taking in the sight of her nude body. “What a goddess.”

“Well, this goddess gets to choose what we do,” Astrid winked, drawing his hand to her breast.

“And what would that be, milady? Fingers? Tongue?”

“Both,” she answered with a mischievous smile. “Nipple play and ass grabbing are welcome, too.”

Hiccup grinned. “And for me?”

“I’ll take care of you after I’m satisfied,” she concluded. “It’s only fair that the winner should get the first orgasm, right?”

He laughed. “Soon we’ll be able to finish together,” he said, tracing her curves.

While Hiccup and Astrid were more than comfortable with each other, they’d decided to hold off on going all the way as a precaution against pregnancy. It wasn’t that they didn’t want children; they definitely did, but as a young, twenty-year-old couple who didn’t yet have their own home together, they weren’t quite ready to take on the responsibility of a baby.

“I can’t wait.” Astrid tugged off his underwear before lying on top of him, chin resting on her hands and breasts pressing into his torso.

“Your nipples are hard,” smirked Hiccup, feeling his erection grow stiffer at the sensation of her firm nubs against his chest.

“I told you, they’re chilly,” she giggled.

“Want me to help warm them?” he offered, carefully flipping them over so he was on top.

“Thought you’d never ask.” Closing her eyes, Astrid arched her back and let out a moan as Hiccup traced the hardened peaks with his tongue.

“Better?” he checked. When she nodded, he focused on her breasts once more, this time alternating between sucking and biting each nipple until they were swollen from his touch.

Astrid let out a sharp cry.

“Shh,” Hiccup warned, covering her lips with his to soften her sounds. “My dad is home.”

“I thought you said he was asleep,” she panted, tugging his small braids as she guided his mouth back to her nipple.

“He won’t be for long if you don’t keep quiet,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss onto each rosy nub before burying his face between her breasts and nuzzling her sweaty skin.

“Babe,” she breathed.

“You’re beautiful,” Hiccup murmured, creating a trail of kisses from her cleavage to the soft patch of hair between her thighs.

“Wait.” Astrid leaned over the side of the bed and, opening her abandoned satchel, pulled out a small bottle of rose oil. “Massage me,” she begged.

“Massage you?” He raised a questioning eyebrow. “Where?”

“Everywhere.”

Hiccup took the oil and poured some into his hands. “Turn around,” he said. “We’ll get your back first.”

She followed his directions, and a soft gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth at the feeling of his calloused hands on her skin.

“You’re gonna wash this oil out of my sheets tomorrow, right?” he teased, working out a knot in her shoulder.

“Yeah, like you aren’t going to leave anything messy behind after this,” she shot back.

“If we ever get to me,” he added.

“Relax, Haddock. You’ll have your turn.”

Hiccup massaged her back, tracing each scar as he did so. He then drew his attention to her butt, followed by her legs and feet. “All done, milady,” he announced.

“Alright, time to go full frontal,” she laughed, flipping back around.

“Like I haven’t seen it all before,” Hiccup teased, pressing a hungry kiss against her lips.

“Mmm-hmm, but you love it.”

“I do.” Grinning, Hiccup sat back and took in the sight of her body. Her small, perky breasts, her sexy pink nipples that were tight with arousal, her toned tummy with the light birthmark beside her belly button, her blonde curls that just barely concealed her wet folds from his view. She’d offered to wax for him once, but he wouldn’t hear of it, not unless she wanted to do it for herself. In his eyes, she was perfect, and he loved that she was blonde down there; it turned him on almost as much as her breasts did.

Almost. Her breasts were by far his favorite part of her body, and as he massaged them, he couldn’t help but notice he’d left a mark on her right nipple. Astrid would kill him once it started chafing against her bindings, but for now, she was too aroused to care about anything but reaching her climax.  

“What have I done to deserve such a goddess?” he mumbled, massaging the last of the oil into her toes.

“Let’s see,” Astrid said, sitting up and guiding him between her legs. “You’re smart, you’re sweet, you aren’t afraid to stand up for what you believe in, you give me great orgasms...”

Hiccup parted her folds and wiped the wetness away with his thumb, taking care not to brush against her swollen clit. With how turned on she was, he knew she’d go crazy the minute he touched it, and he wanted to tease her a bit first.

She whimpered.

“Gods,” he muttered, licking her fluids from his skin. “You taste good, milady.”

“Babe,” she breathed, suddenly taking his hands and looking him in the eye. “I want you.”

“We’re getting there, just —”

“No. I mean, I want you, want you. Inside of me.”

Hiccup froze. As much as he wanted the same, he knew they couldn’t risk a pregnancy, and he also knew they couldn’t make proper decisions when they were horny. “I want you, too, Astrid, but we need to think about this,” he said, sprinkling kisses across her face. “Let’s just finish each other off like we planned, get some rest, and talk about this in the morning. Preferably after we have clothes on.”

Astrid sighed. As much as she craved the feeling of having him inside of her, she knew he was right. They’d agreed to take certain precautions against pregnancy, and they were both responsible for making sure they didn’t cross any lines without careful thought.

“You good?” he checked.

She nodded. “Amazing.”

Hiccup pressed a sloppy kiss against her lips before guiding her right leg over his shoulder and sweeping his tongue over her damp folds, earning a moan.

“Hiccup…please…”

“Shh, not so loud.” He kissed her clit.

Astrid bit back a cry of pleasure, back arching and knees trembling as her boyfriend alternated between his tongue and fingers on her throbbing nub, teasing her just enough to take her to the edge, but stopping right before she could climax. “Then hurry up and make me finish,” she panted, reaching up to tug on his hair.

Hiccup stroked the curls that framed her folds. “Have I told you how much I love that you’re blonde—”

“A hundred times, Thor dammit. Now stop stalling and get on with this before I go home and finish myself off instead.”

Hiccup grinned. He loved when Astrid begged for him. It was hot.

“Babe? Do you hear me?”

Nodding, he bent down and licked her clit again, this time not stopping until he felt her body shake and heard a soft, suppressed moan, followed by a sigh of relief.

“Hiccup,” she breathed, swinging her leg off his shoulder and grabbing his hands.

He hovered over her, delivering kisses all over her flushed cheeks and brushing her sweaty hair from her forehead. “Feeling better?” he asked with a lopsided grin.

“Much,” Astrid whispered, hugging him close and pressing her lips to his. “Now let’s get you taken care of.” Flipping them over, she knelt between his legs. “I’d give you a massage, but we’re out of oil.”

“Don’t worry about it. We can always save it for next race, when I kick your ass.”

“Mmm-hmm, like that’ll happen.” With her fingers, she traced the trail of hair from his belly button to his crotch, pausing to cup his balls before wrapping her fist around his erection.

“Oh, it will,” promised Hiccup.

Astrid teased the tip of his penis with her tongue. “I love how big you are,” she mumbled.

Hiccup closed his eyes and allowed himself to focus on the tingling sensation that traveled down his spine. He wasn’t one to make a lot of noise when Astrid pleasured him, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying it.

Noticing the satisfied look on his face, she continued playing with his tip while her hand squeezed his length, first slowly, then quickly.

“Gods, Astrid,” he whispered.

“You like this?”

He nodded.

Smirking, she drew his tip into her mouth, hand working harder until she felt a warm liquid on her tongue and heard him draw in a deep breath.

“Did you just swallow?” he grinned as she curled up beside him.

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “Why?”

“It’s hot,” he replied, tracing her softening nipple with his thumb.

“You’re hot,” she insisted. Yawning, she draped an arm over his torso and closed her eyes.

Hiccup tugged the furs over their sweaty bodies and pressed a kiss into her hair. “I love you, Astrid,” he whispered, thumb stroking her cheek.

“Love you,” she mumbled, snuggling closer.

He hugged her waist. “Do you love me enough to go a little easy on me next race?”

Astrid’s lips curved into a playful smile. “I don’t think so, babe. But next time we get naked, I promise it’ll be all about you.”

#hiccstrid #hiccstrid smut #smut #httyd #fanfic #my writing #not for children #sexy hiccstrid

[ultra-gari]

It is okay to say no | Sabo x Reader

Folks!

So, this is a piece where I deal with what happened to me in the past. It’s the most personal and self-indulged fic I’ve written so far.

tw: Slightly sexual content in the beginning, mention of dub-con content, maybe even abuse

You snuggled closer to Sabo under the covers and with a sigh, you put your leg around his hip. Almost immediately his hand rested on your thigh, right under your butt. When you inhaled his familiar scent, you finally managed to relax. This felt nice. This felt like home.

You both came back from different missions yesterday and with all the reports and paperwork you had to do, there weren’t any moments for some much needed alone-time. You were barely able to undress before you went bed last night and with Sabo being the Chief of Staff, he still had some stuff to do. Since there was a meeting early in the morning, you two only had time to give each other a quick good-morning-kiss before getting ready. So now laying with your head on his arm and facing him, you could finally spend some time with your boyfriend before ending the day.

“One day I’m gonna kill Dragon for all the tasks he puts on me every time I come back”, Sabo chuckled with a slight smile.

You laughed. “Well, I kinda think he was generous this time. Remember last time when you had a mission? It took us four days to finish all the work before everyone left us alone.” Your fingertips lingered on his bare chest.

“But that was only because I was so frustrated that I yelled at anyone who talked to me”, he said and leaned into your touch when your hand went to cup his cheek. “Even though looking back now, the moment I could finally ease my tension was quite worth it.” His lips turned into a smirk. You remembered that night. It was full of whispers and moans and sweet caresses. It was the most passionate night you had with him.

Before you could dive deeper into the memory, Sabo kissed you. It was sweet and gently at first. You practically felt all the moments he had missed you. A warm feeling spread in your chest and you silently thanked whatever greater force was up there that you both came back. Alive.

After some moments, the kiss became deeper and more intense. His hand squeezed your thigh and then wandered up your leg and grabbed your butt. With a dreadful pit in your stomach you realized were this was leading to.

Relax, this is just Sabo. You’ve done this many times before. You want this. It’s okay.

Your thoughts raced as you tried to relax. You hadn’t felt like having sex the whole day, but now that he wanted it, you tried to silently convince yourself otherwise.

It’s easy. Look how hot Sabo is and how he touches you in all the right ways. It’s okay.

After he pulled his arm from under your head, he rolled himself on top of you while your hands grabbed his shoulders. Kisses were plastered along your jaw and down your neck. His fingertips got very close to your breasts and it was a matter of seconds before Sabo would play with them. His crotch pressed against yours and his arousal was present. Your chest grew tighter and heavier, but it had nothing to do with his weight.

Let it be. It will only get him mad. You’re supposed to do this. You should enjoy this. It’s ok-

“What’s wrong?”

When you opened your eyes, Sabo was staring back at you. His brows were knit and his gaze held a certain worry. He put his forearms next to your head to steady himself.

He realized. This is not good.

“N-Nothing. Let’s keep going”, you whispered. You smiled at him, but it was clear from the look on his face that he didn’t believe you. When you tried to kiss him, he jerked his head away.

“Don’t lie to me. I know something is off.” His lips were pressed into a thin line.

He will get angry any second. Now you’ve ruined it. You could have tried har-

“Are you hurt?”, he asked.

Tears started to prickle behind your eyes and the pressure on your chest was almost unbearable now. You managed to shake your head and his eyes went softer.

Maybe you should just go to the bathroom and pull yourself together. After that you can have se-

“How about I give you a second?”, Sabo asked again. You nodded and he got off you to toss a shirt on. With a soft kiss on your forehead he whispered: “I’ll be right back.”

You couldn’t decide whether you felt better or worse after he had left the room. You were quite sure what was happening since you had been in this situation a dozen times before and it had always been the same outcome. It had been the same pattern every single time. Your partner had been a different one then and since you’ve been with Sabo, you thought the feeling had gone away. How terrible wrong you were and now you had to fix it.

After a few minutes in which you went through different conversations in your head and managed to prevent the tears to fall, Sabo came back with two mugs in his hands. He gave you a little smile to cheer you up and when you sat up, he placed a mug between your fingers. In it was a rich-looking, brown liquid.

“Hot chocolate!”, you said, a little spark of joy erupting in your heart. Chocolate was rare on Bartigo and most of the time they only had it when someone brought it from a mission.

Sabo sat next to you. “Yeah, I bought it on that island I went to. Thought you might like it.” He seemed pleased that he had been able surprise you, but his face went serious again in an instant. “Even though I’d rather have you drink it while we are having a nice evening, but it seems like you need it more now.”

Taking a little sip, you tried to find a place to begin with. There was an urge inside of you that wanted to tell Sabo everything, but how could you explain it to him? “I don’t know where to start”, you confessed.

“Is it because I touched you wrong? Are you not satisfied with the sex? Or don’t you like me an-”

“It has nothing to do with you!”, you interrupted him. It shocked you that he could even think that. A little bit softer, you said: “It is not your fault, Sabo. I’m still very happy with you.”

He let out a long breath. “That is… good to hear.”

You decided it was best to start from the beginning. “Do you remember the time we talked about our past relationships?”

Sabo nodded. “Sure, you said you’ve been in two before, but I know you don’t like to talk about them.” It was obvious that his gears were shifting. His brows knit together again. “Did one of them do something to you?”

Unsure of how to reply, you shrugged your shoulder a bit. “It’s kinda hard to explain and it might be a bit messed up.” Your chest grew tight again at the sheer thought of saying it out loud.

“It’s okay. Just say the words that are in your head and I will make something logical out of it”, Sabo reassured.  

Then you started. You told him how you had gotten together with your last boyfriend. How sexually inexperienced you had been even though you had not been a virgin anymore. You had enjoyed the sex and most of the other stuff you had tried at that point. When you two had become a couple, you had had lots of sex with all the butterflies in your stomach, but soon you hadn’t wanted that much sex anymore, so you had refused a couple of times. After a while, he had gotten angry. There had been quite a few arguments about the topic and if you still loved him or not. You had discovered that it would be more harmonic between you and him if you just had sex with him even if you wouldn’t want that. It had been easier than the constant fights.

Sabo stayed silent while you searched for more words to tell the next part, but his gaze was always on you while yours was fixed on your hot chocolate. You couldn’t bear to look at him when you told him how dirty you had felt every time you had sex with that man just to keep him in a happy mood; how ashamed and betrayed of your own body you had felt when you had orgasmed after you had pep talked yourself into having sex; how sad and frustrated you had felt every time he had asked you for sex or a blowjob and you had said no, just to do it anyways after he had gotten angry again; how often you had cried alone in the bathroom when he had been falling asleep, because you were so disgusted of yourself. It had been a vicious circle and you had only managed to break out of it when he had been away for some time and you had realized how wrong all of this was. This was almost two years ago and you and Sabo have been together for a few months now. After you had broken up you haven’t been intimate with anyone until you met him and you had thought that you were okay. The sex with Sabo was great and just the thought of sleeping with him managed to arouse you. Until today.

“I can’t tell you what happened with me today, Sabo. I just don’t know”, you finished. The rest of your hot chocolate was cold by now and you desperately wished you could sink into it and hide forever. You felt completely naked and Sabo still hasn’t looked away.

After a while he cleared his throat. “From what I’ve just heard, you are experiencing the symptoms of your sexual trauma.”

“Pardon?” You had understood him perfectly fine, but this wasn’t supposed to happen. Sabo should find you obnoxious now or should laugh at you for how stupid you had been.

He put his own mug away and then turned completely to face you. There wasn’t even a tiniest little bit of disgust or amusement in his eyes. Instead, there was concern and the same love you had always seen in them.

“You heard me. You also know that’s it’s not your fault, right? You told him you didn’t want to have sex and he guilt-tripped you”, he went on and now taking your mug out your hands that had started to shake.

“Sabo, stop. That’s not true”, you said, but he wasn’t reacting to it at all.

“It is okay to say no.” His voice was firm and he spoke with such a determination that you wanted to believe him. “It is okay to say no if you don’t want to have sex and the reason behind that doesn’t matter.”

You reached for his hands. “Sabo, I know that.” Instead of interlocking his fingers with yours, he pulled you to his chest.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?”, he asked quietly as he held you.

“Because I was afraid you would get angry”, you whispered and your vision got blurry as you looked down.

He gently grabbed your jaw and turned your head to his face. “I would never, never get mad at you if you don’t want to sleep with me, my love. Do you believe me?”

You nod, barely keeping the tears at bay. Your trust in Sabo was so deep, he could be telling the sky was green and the gras was blue and you wouldn’t even think of looking out of the window. There was no point in not believing him. Your heart hammered in your chest and your mind was racing. Sexual trauma. The words were on repeat in your head. Could it really be? You didn’t feel like you had been through so much. You always had sex with Sabo willingly. You enjoyed it a lot. True, you were more submissive, but you thought that was because him being dominant was amazing.

“Sabo?”

“Hm?”

“Do you really think I’m traumatized?”

He let go of your chin to press you even tighter against him. “Do you think it’s normal behaviour if someone says that they know it’s okay to stop, but they still try to force themselves to sleep with someone else?”

You frowned. “Of course not.”

He hummed and then you realized that you just did that. Understanding hit you like a wave crashed against the shore and when the tears started to stream down your face, you felt like drowning. Sabo was right. Your behaviour wasn’t normal nor was it healthy. You sobbed and buried your face into the crook of his neck. You hadn’t thought about openly refusing him earlier because the angst was still there. It hadn’t gone away. It had been there all the time, but you had been so happy with Sabo that it got overshadowed. Now it was there and with it came something you couldn’t say or even just think about it. There was no denying it, obviously, and that left you feeling powerless. Pure dread filled your body. “I-I don’t know how to f-f-fix it.”

“That’s okay, babygirl. I’m here to hold your hand while you figure it out”, Sabo whispered while he gently stroked your back.

And maybe admitting that you have a problem is already the first step to heal.

#Sabo x Reader #one piece #op #Sabo #hurt/comfort #tw: dubcon #one piece reader insert #op reader insert #sabo x reader insert #chief of staff sabo

[chmpgnpearls]

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 & 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 !

prompts & tropes list  — send me a request and i’ll write it <3

— this is a detailed list of prompts and tropes that i’ve come up with or found online,, 

— if you wish, send me a request with your preferred prompt/genre/trope (from this list or not!) and i’ll write it,, 

— also feel free to mix and match the prompts you most like, no restrictions!,,

— just a little reminder that i write for nct ot21, i do not write smut but i do write suggestive scenes!  

— also, please don’t request anything sexual or suggestive about chenle or jisung,,

TROPES

cryosleep ;

circus ;

freakshow ;

greek god / demigod ;

witch / warlock ;

Harry Potter au ;

photographer + model (member or reader) ;

stylist + brand ambassador (member or reader) ;

end of the world ;

post apocalypse ;

Avatar the last Airbender au ;

soulmate / twin flame ;

first date ;

rich kids ;

painter + muse ; (member or reader)

exchange student ;

boyscout ;

summer fling ;

royal ;

historical ;

fallen angel ;

guardian angel ;

college boyfriend ;

single parent ;

skater boy ;

stoner ;

best friends ;

enemies to lovers ;

spirit/ghost (member or reader) ;

fairy, siren, elf, vampire, werewolf, shapeshifter, nymph or whatever creature floats your boat ;

friends with benefits ;

FLUFF/CRACK PROMPTS

“Oi, do you have a thing for my best friend?”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Talk later, cuddles now.”

“Could you get that on the top shelf?”

“Fancy seeing you here!” “I literally told you where I was going to be.” 

“You look...breathtaking.”

“Yeah well, you owe me a kiss.”

“Let me walk you home, please?”

“There’s no way that dish is supposed to smell like this.”

“Ohh I get it, you're jealous!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Come here, your hair is a mess.”

“Is this seat taken?”

“If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m going to kiss you.”

“Blanket hoggers don’t get morning kisses, sorry.”

“What the hell?” “Fuck, I guess this is not the bathroom then?”

“You’re so fucking cute.”

“Hello, it’s me again.”

“Whatever happens, I’m by your side, always.”

“Oh I’m never gonna let you live this down!”

“Wait, you actually remember that?”

“Alright, bet!”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“You smell really good.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say yes.”

“If I ever die, I’m gonna haunt you forever.” “What do you mean IF?”

“I didn't get soaking wet through walking to your place for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

“Let’s drink wine and trash talk our co-workers!”

“I’m the pun-master, you'll miss me when I’m gone.”

“Are you really suggesting to go to a cemetery at night?” “We’re smoking weed, it’s literally like burning sage!”

“This is not stonage, this is past stonage.”

“Do you know what did I even go in there to get?”

“What just happened?” “I swear it wasn't me!” “Well who was it then?” “Your cat... this little shit.”

“I’m going to die. I’m going to die with an absolute idiot!”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“I guess chivalry is not so dead after all.”

“I’m not kissing you under the rain! You have a death wish or something?”

“God, you're so dense sometimes.”

“I want to wake up next to you every day.”

“Oh my god, we’re matching!”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

“I really want to kiss you right now.” “Do it then.”

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Alright, one more dad joke and you're single.”

"Keep smiling at me like that."

“Maybe you should leave the cooking to me.”

“Okay, patron saint of lost causes, suit yourself.”

“You’re lucky you're cute.”

FANTASY/SUPERNATURAL PROMPTS

“Why use doors when you can just walk though walls?”

“Make yourself at home, darling.” “Are you serious? How am I supposed to make myself at home in the middle of hellfire?” 

“Can you show me your fangs/ horns/ ears/ wings/ claws?”

“Who would live all alone in the middle of the woods?” “Well, me and my friends, for starters.”

“Your cat just told me to fuck off.” “Oh, shit, I thought I made myself pretty clear when I said ‘no swearing’.”

“So you can just bat your wings and take off.” “Yup.” “No magic powder or spell?” “That’s Peter Pan, darling.” “Oh...”

“Of course I’m not gonna tell anybody! I wouldn't want my best friend to become a lab rat for some science freak.”

“Sometimes I talk to the moon, she’s my best confidante, you know?”

“What are you gonna do about it? You and your mediocre skills in charms don't scare me.”

“What do you mean you have a pet dragon?”

“You really don’t want to eat that, it’s in a spell jar for a reason.”

“Oh god please don't kill me! I’m too young to die so soon!” “Kill you? No, listen, you accidentally came into possession of something of mine, and I really need it back.”

“So you're telling me this [object] I bought is cursed?” “Yup. Sucks to be you I guess.”

“I could swear I saw that portrait follow me with his eyes.” “Yeah, I know, that’s my brother. He has the bad habit of freaking out pretty people by checking them out.”

"Maybe the dragon is right, maybe you are just a bitter person."

"Just because I am the chosen one doesn't mean I am above killing you."

"Perhaps we should have listened to the orc, those clouds look murderous."

"So, have you always sucked at dueling?"

“How much blood could one vampire possibly drink?”

“If you don’t like my plants, pick some other house to haunt!”

“I’m so sorry. I was trying a new spell and things got out of hand....really out of hand.”

“I know it’s you...but nice try.”

“If it makes you feel any better, you’re my favorite fleshy meatbag.”

“Look, if I wanted to harm you, it would have happened already.”

“Fuck you I don't have legs!”

“Stop screaming, you're scaring my [supernatural pet].” “Oh I’M scaring it?”

“If you don't stop flicking your wrist like that you're gonna poke someone’s eye out! Let me help you.”

“Merlin’s beard! What is it with your wand?” “Oh, I accidentally dropped it in the toilet this morning and now I think it’s mad at me.”

“Again? Ugh, this is your third time summoning me this week, it better be important!”

“Oh, my plants, they love visitors! Haven't you noticed how they're all standing a bit taller, ever since you walked in?”

“Your laugh...it’s cute. I noticed it makes flowers bloom.”

“Please make it stop, the Sorting Hat is tone bloody deaf.” “Do you really wanna say that about a magical hat that can read your mind?”

ANGST PROMPTS

“Did you ever feel the way I did at all?”

“I want you to be happy... even if it’s not with me.”

“You were not there... why weren't you there?”

“Stop being a fucking dick, will you?”

“I’m only important to you when you need something from me.”

“Please... just get out / go away.”

“I haven't really slept since you died.”

“How do we fix this?” “You can’t fix something that doesn't exist anymore.”

“You’re never gonna let this go, aren't you?”

“You don’t remember last night at all, do you?”

“I lost the baby.”

“Forget it, I should’ve never come here in the first place.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that when you broke up with me.”

“I don't deserve you.”

“I trusted you.”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“You’re supposed to be yelling at me! And... and hitting me! Why aren't you doing that?”

“I just wanted to help...”

“Get out of my head.”

“How stupid do you think I am?”

“Don’t you dare leave me! Not now.”

“Tell me I’m wrong...please.”

“Why do you keep doing this to yourself?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“There’s no us, there never was.”

“If you walk out that door, it’s over.”

“I made a mistake, okay? I’m human for fuck’s sake!”

“Hang on. You’re gonna be okay soon, just breathe.”

“I don’t know who you are anymore.”

“There’s no turning back from this.”

“You don’t get to come back after years and look at me like that!”

“You fucking disappeared, when I needed you the most.”

“Just shut up.”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Do I know you?”

“We’re not good for each other anymore.”

“I’ve always been honest with you. You owe me the truth.”

“Do you know what a gunshot wound feels like?”

“Shh, it’s okay. It was just a dream.”

“I wish I could take the pain away.”

“You’ve been crying, I can tell.”

“I fucking love you” “Hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober.”

“You haven't been picking up my calls.” “Yeah, I know. I did it on purpose.”

#;; prompt list #requests #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct blurbs #nct au #nct x reader #nct tropes #nct prompts

[phoenixmakeswords]

Broken Wings And Dragon Dreams Ch. 1

Trigger Warnings: Domestic violence, child abuse mention

The shattering of glass stirs me from my sleep. The stench of smoke fills the air, saturating the warm afternoon air. So much for my nap. Panic fills my lungs. The hospital is on fire. I can’t stay here or I’ll die, even though my mom told me to stay inside here unless I was hunting.

I hear the flames crackling downstairs. I don’t know if I can use the back stairs on the west side of the old sanitarium. So, I crash through a window.

My good wing beats against the air for a heartbeat. My bad one tries to, instinctively, but it does no good. I crash painfully into the hard ground. The impact drives the breath from my lungs.

I clamber to my feet, breathing heavily. I have to get out of here. I don’t know where to go.

My feet pound the pavement as I run away.

“Let’s get us a dragon, boys!” a male voice shouts behind me. He has a strident voice that grates on my nerves.

I run harder. I’m far from quiet. I’m big and clunky. It makes me too easy to be found. I can’t take to the sky. Not since a storm knocked me from a tree and broke my wing.

I stick to the main road south out of Robinson. Maybe someone will see me and take mercy on me.

They’re getting closer, the revving of their truck’s engine sending spikes of an adrenaline through my veins.

There’s a small brick house up ahead with a light blue square body truck parked in the driveway. The driver is still in it. The truck itself looks familiar; it looks like the one my boyfriend had when we were in high school…before I turned into a dragon.

I skid to a stop a foot away from the truck. I don’t know how to get the driver’s attention other than screeching loudly.

The driver’s door opens slowly, followed by the driver slowly climbing out. I’d know this face anywhere. The boy I loved has turned into a man. He still looks very much the same. I’ve missed Aaron more than I thought possible.

“Easy, bud. Easy. You’re okay. Does your wing hurt? Is that the problem?” he murmurs soothingly in the baby talk voice people use for animals.

Rasping, I jerk my head towards my pursuers. They’re very nearly on us.

I flinch when a car door slams behind me. I haven’t been around people in the time I’ve been a dragon. This has me terrified. I don’t want to die.

“Can’t get away from me, can you?” Strident Voice taunts.

“I’m not dealing with you, Bryce. Get off my property or I call the cops.” Aaron’s low voice hasn’t changed since I heard it last. I could be wrong, but he sounds scared. I don’t know what Bryce has done to him but I think I like the man even less now.

“You know they won’t do anything. After all, who cares about a dead Mexican?”

I launch myself at Bryce with a screech.

How dare you threaten him! Who do you think you are? What’s wrong with you? My mind whirls with anger.

I don’t know what exactly I plan on doing to Bryce. I don’t want to kill him. I’m not a monster. I’m not a murderer. I don’t want him to hurt Aaron. That’s all I care about.

Bryce gets in his shiny red truck before I can catch him. I slide to a stop near his door and glare.

“Get your dragon or I shoot it,” Bryce threatens, pulling out a handgun.

“Bud, come on. Let him go,” Aaron says quietly.

I obey him easily. I’d do anything for him. Even now.

He has to bring me inside the house using the French back doors; my wings make me too wide to fit through the front door, especially with the awkward angle my broken wing hangs at.

Navigating his tiny kitchen isn’t easy, considering I’m roughly horse-sized. He tries to stay out of the way.

I make my way into the living room. So far I haven’t toppled any furniture.

“I’ll feed you in a minute, okay? You eat meat, right?” he says quietly, settling into a battered blue couch.

His living room is large enough I can comfortably lie down, so I do. It doesn’t hold any clues about him or what his life is currently like. The pale yellow walls are nearly empty of decoration, except for two abstract paintings that Aaron probably made. There’s a few books, movies, and video games on a shelf by the door. His home doesn’t seem warm.

I croak softly and move to rest my head on his knee. He rubs my forehead shakily.

“I just left Bryce last month. We’d been living together. And he—I didn’t fix his lunch. I forgot. I’m under a lot of stress at work sometimes. So I forgot. I didn’t mean to. I apologized. He knocked me down the stairs,” he whispers hoarsely. “That was after he beat me. Our neighbor saw; she called the cops. They didn’t do anything. Wouldn’t do anything.”

He’s a domestic violence survivor. It floors me. I don’t want to think about someone putting him through what my mom and I went through.

“I was afraid he would kill me. I deserved being hit. And screamed at. I should’ve been a better boyfriend. He was within his rights to hit me. He has a gun. He knows where I live now.” He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat.

I know what it looks like when he has an anxiety attack. I know how quiet he gets. The way he rubs at his wrists in tiny circles. The look in his eyes like he’s watching the world end. He has that look now.

It takes me back to the night he came out to me as ace. We’d been dating for a couple weeks when I saw him have one of his worst anxiety attacks.

“You’re okay. You’re safe,” I murmur gently, rubbing his back as he throws up. “I still love you. I still want you.”

I keep assuring him that he’s okay and cherished until he calms down. I’ve seen him have anxiety attacks before and helped him through them, but I’ve never seen him have one this bad. It takes forever for him to calm down.

“Did you mean that?” he asks quietly. “You still love me?”

“Yeah, I did. I’m not going anywhere.” I wipe his face tenderly.

“I thought it would be a dealbreaker.” He toys with the black ring on the middle finger of his right hand.

What kind of person would I be if I left him because he’s asexual? He mentioned he would like to try having sex at some point. Even if he hadn’t, even if that wasn’t on the table, I’m still head over heels, crazy stupid in love with him. Besides, I have a good imagination.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I repeat, resting my forehead against his.

I don’t know how to help now. I don’t have thumbs. I can’t rub his back.

I lick his face. It’s the best I can do.

He flinches and pushes me away. Cocking my head inquisitively, I chirp softly. I hadn’t meant to upset him. I wanted to help.

He looks bad, I realize, taking a step back.

If the circles under his brown eye are any indication, he hasn’t been sleeping. There’s a hollowness to his cheeks. His olive skin has taken on an ashy tint I don’t particularly care for. A fading bruise marks his right eye, and there’s another along his jaw. I don’t like this.

It feels like forever before he’s okay again. I preen my feathers while I wait.

“Thank you for being a good baby,” he tells me as he clambers off the couch.

I butt him in the back lightly before padding after him through the doorway to my right.

It’s his bedroom. His room looks even emptier of his personality than the living room. A battered leather jacket hangs on the wall. His bed is made neatly with a teal comforter. He never made his bed before; the one exception was if I was coming over because he didn’t want me to think he was a slob. It doesn’t look like he lives here.

“Dude. You are not following me to the bathroom,” he tells me.

I pause in the bedroom doorway. Fitting in his room will be tough anyway.

He’s texting someone when he comes back.

“Letting my friends know about Bryce,” he explains. “Can I get through please?”

I step back so he can move past me.

A heartbeat later, he stops in front of me. I nearly walk into his back.

“Why did I explain to you who I was texting and why? You’re a dragon. You’re not Bryce. It’s not like you’re gonna rip into me and accuse me of cheating. Or break my phone. Or my face. It’s not like I didn’t deserve it.” He opens the fridge and pulls out a soda.

I hate hearing him make excuses for Bryce. It reminds me of my mom defending my dad. Of how I defended him. Aaron was the one who made me doubt that. It isn’t right for that to have changed.

He hums softly as he cooks ramen noodles in the microwave. I don’t recognize the song, but that doesn’t mean anything. I haven’t been human for a long time. Not since that night.

The memories I had been suppressing since Aaron rescued me rush to the forefront of my mind and I can’t escape this time.

Aaron kisses me hungrily as he pushes me into the bed. My hands splay against the warm skin of his bare back. I have my sexy boyfriend on top of me and all is right in the world.

My bedroom door flies open with a bang, startling both of us. He wasn’t supposed to be home. That’s why I had Aaron over. Why we were making out in my bed. It was supposed to be safe. We were supposed to be safe.

“What’s this?” he demands, dragging Aaron off me.

“Please, it was my idea! Not his. I…seduced him,” Aaron replies, moving to get between us. He sounds frantic. Anxious. I feel the same way.

It hurts that he’s covering for me. That he’s putting himself in danger for me. I’m not worth that, no matter how much we love each other.

“Please don’t hurt him. It was my fault,” Aaron pleads.

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do to my son!” The sound of his fist connecting with Aaron’s nose is too loud in my small room.

“Go. I’ll be okay,” I murmur, squeezing Aaron’s hand gently. I’m lying. I know Aaron knows I’m lying. I don’t want to lie to him. I hate it. But I don’t want to see him hurt. I love him too much for that.

He gazes at me with teary, pain-filled brown eyes and my heart breaks.

“Aaron. Go.”

He leaves with a choked sob.

I’m gonna die. And I don’t want him to see that.

“You okay, buddy?” Aaron asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

I stare at him blankly.

“What do dragons even think about?” he muses quietly, scratching my forehead.

I can’t speak for actual dragons, but all I’m thinking about right now is how badly I want to be human again.

#my writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #broken wings and dragon dreams #contemporary fantasy

[dorcasmeadowes]

departure—

It was almost a normal weekend. Bronwyn had Sunday mornings off — the new shop girl had to do some of the hard work, she said — and the sisters had spent the morning shopping. But coming home for Christmas and Easter had felt like stepping into a strange limbo. It wasn’t Hogwarts, of course, but it wasn’t Holyhead as it had been for all the years of her childhood. The morning’s expedition was no exception. Something had irrevocably changed with departure.

Searching through the racks at the boutique where she’d bought every formal dress she’d worn in her life, Dorcas had thought she was a little less at home now. They had walked down High Street and she’d said things like wasn’t that a florist’s before? and oh, they moved the bus stop, jarred by each realisation that the town had decided to change in her absence. She’d become someone slightly different too, hadn’t she?

As if sensing this melancholy train of thought, Bronwyn took her by the elbow and steered her faster down the street. “C’mon, let’s celebrate picking out that great dress with milkshakes.”

“We haven’t had lunch,” Dorcas pointed out. “We’ll spoil our appetites and Mam would kill us.”

Bronwyn rolled her eyes. “We missed church already. Might as well be hanged for a dragon as an egg.”

In short order she’d commandeered a table outside the milkshake parlour: one chair for herself, one chair for Dorcas, and one chair for their bags. Their orders were the same as always. Dorcas had a fudgy chocolate and Bronwyn a lurid-pink strawberry, each topped with swirls of whipped cream and a plump, bright cherry. Dorcas grimaced and picked the cherry from her icing, handing it to her sister. Bronwyn ate it without a second thought. Some things do stay the same, Dorcas thought fondly, even if her sister did have the smallest baby bump now and the chocolate tasted slightly different than she remembered it. Memory was fickle; Bronwyn was constant.

“Can you tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue?” said Dorcas.

“No,” said Bronwyn, squinting at her. “Did that boyfriend of yours tell you it’d make you a better kisser?”

“No,” said Dorcas hastily, “no, he wouldn’t, James is perfectly — Bronwyn, don’t be mean.” She took exception to the way her sister said that boyfriend of yours, but considering how she felt about Andrew, it was best to save this argument for another day. “So, have you picked out a name yet?”

Bronwyn brightened. “I’ve got some options, actually—”

“Are they awful? Name him William. Done.” Dorcas punctuated this with a loud slurp of her milkshake. “He feels like a Will. I just have this sense about my nephew.”

“Right. Your sense, as his aunt, which totally supersedes my sense as his mother.”

“You’re catching on, yeah.”

“You’ll miss class that day, if you have to, right? It’ll be September, probably.” Bronwyn grew suddenly anxious, as she did whenever the delivery itself came up. The Meadoweses had become experts at avoiding words like birth or labour or contractions.

“Well,” said Dorcas, pretending to consider, “I don’t know what my schedule looks like, so if I’ve got an important class I might have to see William later—” Bronwyn pinched her forearm. “Ow, Jesus, what’s wrong with you, of course I was joking!”

“It was the tiniest pinch, don’t make a scene,” Bronwyn said, fighting back a smile. “So, since you don’t know what your schedule looks like, I’m sure you don’t have summer plans yet. Do you?”

Dorcas had taken a too-big sip of her milkshake, and spent a panicked brain-freeze moment trying not to choke on it. “I was thinking, actually,” she said, when she’d recovered enough to string words together, “I could work in London. But that’s stupid, right, you and Mam probably need me here, and you’re going to be so pregnant—”

Bronwyn had her lips pursed together. “I think that’s a good idea, actually.”

Dorcas blinked. “You do?”

“I won’t be that pregnant. I mean, I will be, but I’ll be able to walk around and everything. Simon told me the other day that medieval milkmaids were still milking cows into their third trimester, so.” Bronwyn rolled her eyes, and Dorcas laughed. “Anyway, I think you should work in London. And you should go live there.”

Dorcas certainly hadn’t expected this turn of events. She hadn’t even had to ask. “I — what? But don’t you need me at home?”

“Of course we need you at home. We always do. But you need time for yourself. Who are you, outside of Holyhead and Hogwarts?” Bronwyn squeezed her hand. “That’s something you need to know for the rest of your life. And my being pregnant, or—” She lowered her voice; her expression briefly tightened. “Or someone having hurt you, those shouldn’t come in the way. I won’t let them.”

“Oh,” Dorcas said, because she wasn’t sure what else to say.

“I’ve got a friend from primary who’s getting married this summer, so she wants someone to take over her job in Diagon Alley,” Bronwyn went on. “Honestly, I’d prefer you working at Wiseacre’s to Rosier Records — did you read about their break-ins? — and it’s more up your alley anyway, she re-charms equipment—”

“Shut up!”

Uncharacteristically, Bronwyn stopped speaking mid-word. “What?”

Dorcas was beaming. “Are you serious? Wiseacre’s? I actually know that shop — and charms, it’s literally perfect, tell her yes!”

“Oh, well.” Bronwyn looked immensely relieved. “Doesn’t Zoe live in London? You should ask her about flats and things, although, you obviously know your budgetary constraints—”

But she might as well have been speaking Gobbledegook, or Russian. All Dorcas could see was a summer of lunch breaks with her best friend and weekend Quidditch with her boyfriend and possibility as golden as sunlight.

“You’re the best,” Dorcas said, squeezing her hand in return. “Will’s gonna have a great mother. Almost as great as his aunt.”

#sleepingddrabble #drabble #may 79 #yes...... MORE drabbles from me

[itsmyfandomandilikeit]

I'm 26 arcs into Worm: The Stick Up Brian's Butt

So I'm listening to the We've Got Worm podcast and they keep talking about KingBob, the guy on reddit who really related to Alec and ended up understanding him (and by extension Aisha) far better than most of the other readers.

I haven't really gone into this on this blog, I've been reading Worm for like six months now and I don't update that often, but throughout this read I've been the KingBob to Brian. It's gotten to the point where I actually took a few mental health breaks from reading Worm. I know a lot of people thought Brian was boring and dumb. I'm almost done with Worm now and I feel like the inclusion of Brian this story elevated it, for me, from a fun superhero story to something intensely personal, something that was almost a struggle to read. I know from spoilers that Brian's part in this story is almost over. He isn't my favorite character (Dragon) or even my favorite Undersider (Aisha) but I felt like I should write something before this is over. It wouldn't be an honest blog otherwise, as infrequently as I post.

But Kuno, you say. You're a 22-year-old white female engineering student. Why the hell is this the character you relate to?

For a collection of dumb reasons that add up to a large part of who I am. From the time I was eleven to the time I was about twenty-one, I had night terrors. Seven times a night sometimes, I dreamt vividly of the people I loved getting hurt, hurting me, getting killed, killing me. My students and pets melting in my hands. My mom and I clutching each other on the freeway as we're stopped in traffic, a terrorist approaching our vehicle with a shotgun. We don't make it. The dreams made life almost impossible. Seeing people during the day and being absolutely certain they would die before I saw them again. It didn't matter how many times I saw them come back okay. They never would.

I'm afraid of everything. Every missed phone call is a sudden death. Every text message brings terrible news. Every possible situation brings danger, but if my friends go, I can't let them go without me. Something could happen. They'd be safe as long as I could see them. If I was looking at them, everything would be okay. Some child psychologist I spoke to at a young age noted I was a "natural leader". To this day, I lead because I am a control freak. I am afraid of what would happen if I let someone else be in control.

Interlude 15 fucked me up.

My fatal flaw extends from this. I'm terrified that people will see me as weak. I dated a boy on my robotics team when I was in high school. I treated him like shit in public because I didn't want anyone to think I cared about him, even though he was my boyfriend. What would they think of me if they saw there was a person I treated as an equal? Horrible things. I became a better girlfriend to another boy, years later, because someone mentioned to me they thought I could be a good girlfriend, and that it was rough, calloused girls who were the weak ones. It was the perfect two sentences to convince me that for people to see me as strong, I had to be a good girlfriend.

In the We've Got Worm podcast, Scott and Matt always mention that each of the Undersiders brings the team down somehow, their inputs to every situation silly or stupid. I was confused. I always thought Grue's avoidance of conflict, always taking the slow, deliberate path, was the right way to go. Then I realized that, to many, this behavior indicates brokenness. Maybe they're right.

Yeah so I said I'd talk about the stick up Brian's butt in arcs 25 and 26. I don't think he has much to say for the rest of Worm so here we go. I'm building off a lot of what the WGW guys say, but I think I can take it a little farther.

So in arc 10 the WGW guys point out that Brian resists letting Taylor back on the team until the precise moment when it becomes apparent that everyone else wants her back, when he suddenly changes tactics to talking about how they "need her for offense". They make the imo correct deduction that this is because he's afraid of looking weak. Everyone knows Taylor likes him, so, logically, to be Stoic Leader Man he should want her to go away. He needs permission to want her back on the team. Once he has that permission, he is all for it.

I know that sounds convoluted but trust me as a person with exactly these issues this makes perfect sense.

Arc 11, Brian has still not decided to be Taylor's friend again. This is because she's on the team to be offense. Their friendship doesn't help nobody's offense. When Lisa calls him and tells him he needs to lay up on her, that to be her friend would be good, he goes directly to Taylor's house and declares them... best friends. Because Lisa has given him permission to do so.

I hope you're following because I'm aware this is stupid.

In arc 12, I'm gonna veer a little to the side. Let's talk about Brian's second trigger, just so that I can educate the public on exactly how this came around. Keep in mind that trigger events happen from a long period of a specific type of stress coming to a head. And that Brian's previous trigger happened from feeling like he maybe couldn't help Aisha for a long time, and then suddenly being hit with the fact that he definitely couldn't help her.

Arc 1: The Undersiders save Taylor who was saving them from Lung Arc 2: Brian punches Rachel for attacking Taylor Arc 4: Taylor gets blown up by Bakuda, Brian sits in her hospital room and stares at this for presumably a while Arc 5: Taylor looks like she's been hanged, having fought Lung again Arc 7: Taylor and Rachel are attacked by the ABB, Brian shows up late. Taylor is attacked later the same day by Sophia, Brian shows up pretty late. Taylor propositions the boy, he tells her he thinks of her like he thinks of his sister. I am 100% certain at this point, looking back, that this was an early indication that the second trigger process was starting towards a lack of ability to keep up with Taylor. He wasn't just saying he thought of her like he would think of her if they were related, he thinks of her like Aisha specifically, the one his power is attached to. His little brain is drawing the equivalences already. Arc 8: Broken spine, betrayal, yadda yadda Arc 9: Sophia attempts murder because it's Tuesday Arc 10: Brian pretends to not want Taylor to come back Arc 11: Brian does his now-classic "walks into room/why is Taylor injured/maybe she should not be doing this" routine Arc 12: Repeat of arc 11, except now he starts stumbling over her name. He tells her she should have let her people die. If there's a point onscreen when he realizes there might be something going on, this is it.

Point is, this has been stewing in the background since as early as arc 1 and as late as arc 7 but probably actually started in arc 4. It wasn't out of the blue, it was the logical culmination of the entire story's events thus far from Brian's perspective.

Arc 13: Yeah, you know what happens here. In the final chapter, he tells her he thinks about her too much, but even though he received a new set of superpowers and a vision from aliens telling him that he probably loves her, the vision is definitely wrong and he just feels like he can't keep up with her.

She's been attacked by everyone. Lung, Rachel, Bakuda, Sophia, Armsmaster, Leviathan, the Merchants, Mannequin. He doesn't want her to keep fighting, he feels he needs to be the one to do it. At the same time, he knows he's not powerful enough. No one power is enough to deal with all of these threats.

No single power.

But he doesn't love her. That would mean he was weak.

He doesn't even agree to have dinner with her in 15. He allows it to happen because Aisha set it up. She knows what's going on, and she has given him permission to have this.

Aisha had to be the one to give him permission because his previous powerset was for her, and now it doesn't work with her, either. At the same time as his second trigger was stewing under the surface for Taylor, he was losing his power's connection to Aisha because their powers didn't work together and he kept being forced to forget she exists. He had lived for her before, and being Super Big Brother was exactly what Brian wanted to be. Now, Aisha doesn't want to be lived for. She wants to be her own person.

Brian spends the next several arcs simply living for Taylor.

I strongly suspect that the side effect of Brian's power is that it makes him pathologically need to be 100% responsible for others. No matter how dumb everyone's plans are, he always has to be there. No matter how stupid it is, Coil told him being a villain will allow him to get his sister back. No matter how dumb it is, he tells Taylor she has to sit out running from the Nine in arc 13 because she might be tired. He pays for it.

Brian's powers will probably never actually allow him to get over Taylor Hebert. It's like Taylor and bullies. No amount of therapy or time will get Brian's shard to let the fuck go.

So when the girl whom you are physically incapable of not thinking about leaves and goes to prison and tells every single person on the planet exactly how weak you are, who goes to an even more dangerous situation where you cannot follow her, what can you do?

The only possible thing. Try your absolute damnedest to pretend you never knew her.

You walk out of that meeting with the most powerful people in the world because she is there. You go find yourself somebody else. Another girl. Taylor hated her little boobs? This girl has big boobs. Taylor can't stay away from violence? Cozen seriously appears to have never even seen a corpse.

When Taylor comes back, Brian greets her with the new girl on his arm. He tries to shake her hand. Time has passed. There's nothing between them any more.

The next day, Grue is presented with the choice of pushing back against Taylor and standing with the new girl, whoever she is, or supporting Taylor. He chooses Taylor.

Of course he does. The situation calls for it. The situation has given him permission.

#worm #parahumans #brian laborn #ward #kuno speaks #thanks for reading to the end #i know this was long and personal #talk to me about it if you want #please

[eurynome827]

Quoting Shakespeare

A Drabble for the HBC!

BY CLICKING THE READ MORE LINK YOU AGREE THAT YOU ARE 18+

Inspired by @cchellacat (thank you for looking this over and your always kind words!) @buckmesideways22 and @book-dragon-13 and our discussion on this post:

By @sebastivnstan and @codename-widow

18+ for alcohol consumption, dirty talk, and excessive longing 😏

"I can't believe you've never heard of this," you said, shaking your head as you pulled the text of the poster up on Google. "If you cannot understand my argument, and declare ``It's Greek to me'', you are quoting Shakespeare; if you claim to be more sinned against than sinning, you are quoting Shakespeare;"

You continued to read aloud until Sebastian took your phone and finished reading the text himself silently as you finished off the last of your margarita. Looking around at the rest of your friends, you grinned as your buzz began to settle nicely around your edges. The six of you had been friends since college, stayed close, and made it a priority to take an annual trip together. Somewhere warm with lots of activities and cocktails was the norm, and this year was no exception. 

Your four friends were coupled off, so explaining this trip to significant others was usually difficult and annoying for you and Sebastian. This time both of you were single. No clingy girlfriend calling him all day wondering what was going on, and no aggravating boyfriend freezing you out until he decided to be angry you hadn't tried hard enough to contact him.

Single this year, and really feeling it. It was the only explanation for how your decades old crush on Sebastian had resurfaced with a vengeance. 

The fact that he'd been flirting with you incessantly wasn't helping either.

"I remember this now, I have seen it," he grinned at you, handing your phone back.

"It's cute, right? You don't realize the impact he had on our language until it's laid out like that."

"It's not as cute as the quote you've been throwing at me since college."

You raised an eyebrow at him with a smirk. "A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours."

His eyes focused on your mouth for a second (were you imagining that?) before flitting up to meet yours. "A bird of your tongue..."

His words trailed off but the eye contact remained until you looked away, catching your breath. You needed another drink. This was getting overwhelming.

"Beatrice and Benedick, it took them a long time to get their act together!" You chirped out, desperate to move on from that moment between the two of you. Before he could answer, your friends started calling for another round. 

"I'm heading to bed, guys," Sebastian rose from his chair and waved away their protests. "You want me to walk you to your room?"

He held out a hand to you, but you remained seated, trying to answer him without letting your voice shake. "I'll stay for another drink, thanks though!"

If he was disappointed he hid it well. He called out goodbyes to all and left without another glance at you. Maybe you were reading this wrong. Letting your brain run away from you, you barely noticed pounding two more margaritas. By then your two couple friends were canoodling and heading to their rooms. Waves and goodnights were exchanged and you found yourself wandering back to your room through the resort courtyard. 

The heavy perfumes of the tropical flowers that were draped along the balconies hung in the air, lit by moonlight and low lamplight. You were lost in your tipsy thoughts until you noticed that Sebastian was out on his balcony. You ducked behind a column before he saw you, and studied him. He was painfully beautiful. Always had been. What was going on with you two this week? He looked pensive, almost annoyed. Had he hoped you would go back with him tonight, or were you imagining everything?

A little tequila-soaked inspiration began to take root in your brain, and you crept out from behind the column.

"Romeo, Romeo..."

His face brightened at the sound of your voice and his eyes started scanning for you in the courtyard below him. You moved closer and called again (quietly, you hoped), "Romeo, Romeo," and your face glowed in a smile as he caught sight of you. 

"You got something to say, Juliet?" He teased and suddenly you did. You looked at him, at gorgeous and sexy him, and you had a lot to say.

Boldly stepping just under his balcony, you made a declaration the tequila wasn't going to let you hold back.

"Romeo, Romeo, let me suck your dick."

His eyes almost fell out of his head, and then he threw his head back in that laugh, your favorite laugh, with his eyes squeezed shut and his nose scrunching up on his ridiculously handsome face. You waited below, smirking up at him.

"Babe, are you drunk?"

You shrugged. "A little."

"How many more margaritas did you have?"

"Two....I think."

His face was almost sad again. "Sweetheart, I've been trying to get your attention for a while now, but I can't let you come up here when you're drunk."

"'mmmm not drunk!"

"Did you hear what you just said to me?"

"I'd say it sober!"

"No, you wouldn't," he shook his head at you and you felt your chest tighten. "You're always running away from me."

"I run because I'm stupid. AND I thought it was all in my head. I want you."

He sighed. 

YOU WERE SO STUPID.

"Listen," he began, "I'll make you a deal. Go to your room, drink some water, and get some sleep. I'll come see you in the morning, and see if you even remember this."

"Fine, I'll take that deal!" You put your hands on your hips. "I'm not gonna want to just TALK in the morning, Seb."

"I won't want to just talk, either," his voice dropped a little and your knees got weak. "I'll let you do whatever you want."

"Oh?" You squeaked out.

"If you're still interested in that offer you made, sweetheart." Now he was smirking and you nearly melted into the patio.

"Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuck."

You turned and rushed toward your room, his soft laughter following you. Throwing your door open, you entered and closed and locked it, out of breath. Throwing your clothes off to try and stave off the fire under your skin, you climbed into bed with a water bottle. After drinking all the water, you closed your eyes and willed yourself to pass out but you were too riled up. You couldn't get him out of your head. In desperation you reached a hand between your legs to try and relieve yourself but quit in frustration. Grabbing your phone, you dialed his number and let it ring.

His sleepy voice almost made you groan out loud. "Are you okay?"

"NO."

"What's wrong?"

"You got me all turned on! And you sent me away! AND NOW I CAN'T COME."

"What??"

"You heard me."

He sighed. "Baby. I told you. I'm not gonna take advantage of you."

"This isn't just because I'm drunk. I promise."

"If that's true, then I'll make you come all day tomorrow." You gasped, and he continued. "I won't let you out of bed. But you're gonna be sober and you're gonna remember every moment."

You whimpered. "Okay."

He hesitated. "I don't want you to be mad at me if you change your mind in the morning. I can't risk that."

"I know. You're so good, so good to me always."

Now he made a sound, a sound that made you press your legs together. "I want to make you feel good, so good. I wish you hadn't had so much to drink."

"Me too."

"I wanted you to come with me tonight."

A lump formed in your throat. "I wasn't sure you did." Your words from earlier came back into your head. "It's taken us a long time to get our act together."

He chuckled a little. "Yeah."

"My head is a little clearer now." Your hesitation was returning, but you had so much to say. "You need to know that I meant what I said. I want you. I want to kiss you. I want to feel your lips on my skin and your hands all over me." You listened to his breathing becoming heavier and let your hand wander down your body again. "I want to feel your skin against mine, your beard against my thighs. I want to pull your hair when you make me come with your lips and your tongue." Your heart was racing and listening to him listen to you was getting you closer to release. You kept speaking, your voice getting closer to a whimpering whine. "I want to be on my knees for you."

He moaned in your ear. "Oh, baby, you're making me crazy."

His moan set you off. You panted into the phone as your back arched off the bed. There was a quiet moment.

"Did you just -"

"Yeah," you said breathlessly, but you had one last thing to say, "but I wanna come on your cock in the morning."

He let out a long breath in your ear. "You're killing me."

Finally, you felt yourself drifting off. "Come here in the morning. Don't forget."

"YOU don't forget."

The phone fell from your ear. "Good night."

You closed your eyes tight against the morning sun. Slowly you sat up, nervous that your head would be throbbing, but you actually didn't feel all that terrible. The water must have helped. And the orgasm.

The orgasm. Shit.

What did you do last night? You told yourself not to panic as you used the bathroom, brushed your teeth and wrapped up in the hotel bathrobe. 

He wanted you. You hadn't been imagining it. This was right. He should be here soon.

What if he didn't show up?

You started chugging another bottle of water and jumped at the knock on your door. Struggling to cap the bottle with shaking hands, you unlocked the door and opened it to see Sebastian on the other side, looking a little nervous.

He tilted his head and looked at you softly. "Hey, Juliet."

You looked at your feet, and then back up to meet his eyes with a smile. "Hey, Romeo. You here to take me up on my offer?"

Tagging some more HBC friends @omnomsauruswrites @randomfandompenguin @mrsmookie @loricameback @spacemansam @cametobuyplums @stachestachestachesebstan

#sebastian stan #ladies of the hbc #hbc drabble #quoting shakespeare fic #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut

[lilyvandersteen]

Facing Your Dragons Chapter 7

Author’s Note: I know, I know... It's been ages!! The fact of the matter is, though, no matter how much I like writing this story, I have no real plot for it, and it's going to be shelved after this chapter until I figure out where to take it. I know that I want Sam to end up living at Blaine's house, and I know I want to keep the tone of the story light and upbeat and fluffy. Apart from that, it's all a big blank. Suggestions are more than welcome. Please help me shape this story, so that I can bring it to a satisfying conclusion.

Chapter 7: Back to School

When he felt his phone buzz with a text message notification, Blaine got off his motorbike and sighed.

Show time, I guess.

He’d arrived at school early, had parked his bike near the back entrance and had been waiting for Kurt and his girls to turn up.

From: Kurt

We’re under the bleachers.

Blaine made his way to the bleachers, his eyes darting left and right to check for jocks with a grudge, but there were none. Too early in the day, perhaps.

Kurt was leaning against a metal pole, his eyes half-mast and his lips curled into a lopsided smirk.

Blaine couldn’t help grinning, and Kurt beamed back and met him half-way for a kiss.

“He’s cute, Porcelain, I’ll give you that,” a smoky voice behind them drawled.

Blaine turned around to look at the three girls under the bleachers. One blonde and two brunettes, all sporting the same smirk he’d seen on Kurt’s face just now. Had to be a Skank thing.

“Nice butt,” said Brunette no. 1, peering at him from over her glasses.

The blonde gave Blaine a slow once-over and then an approving nod. “He clearly works out. Great biceps, and look at the thighs of him!”

Kurt huffed. “Stop objectifying my boyfriend.”

They quirked an eyebrow at him – eerie how in tune they were – and said in unison, “No.”

“You bring us a piece of man candy, we’re gonna look,” said Brunette no. 2.

Kurt rolled his eyes and turned to Blaine. “Okay, so… These are my girls: Lauren Zizes, Santana Lopez and Quinn Fabray. Girls, this is Blaine Anderson, my boyfriend. Look all you like, but don’t touch. He’s mine.”

Santana snorted, and Lauren murmured something like, “Making no promises.”

Blaine smiled at the girls. “Nice to meet you.”

Quinn smiled back politely. “Pleased to meet you too.”

Santana snorted. “No need to dust off your country club manners for us.”

“At least I have manners,” Quinn bit back. “And they’ll help me get out of here after high school.”

Lauren rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you’ll go to an Ivy League school and become a big-shot lawyer and fight for women’s rights in America. Tell that to someone who’ll believe you. None of those snobby schools is gonna want a teen mom.”

Quinn’s spine stiffened. “That’s behind me.”

“It’s all in the records. Like your Lucy Caboosey period. It’s gonna come back to haunt you forever.”

“Fuck you!” Quinn snarled, and she stalked off in a huff.

Kurt swore under his breath and went after her, talking to her in a low but urgent voice, and eventually bringing her back.

Lauren grinned and seemed to gear up for another attack, but Kurt stopped her. “Don’t. Okay? I know you’ve got ammo enough to make all of us miserable, but let’s face it, everyone else here at school already has it out for us, so it would be nice if we Skanks could have each other’s backs. All right?”

Lauren shrugged. “Sure, ruin my fun.”

Kurt smirked at her. “Oh, I’ll give you plenty of fun. Blaine here knocked Karofsky into hospital, and his football buddies will no doubt try and get even with him. So girls, stick with us and show those jocks why nobody messes with us.”

The three girls grinned at Kurt, their good humour restored at once.

“I can defend myself,” Blaine grumbled.

Kurt rubbed his arm in comfort. “I know. But one more strike and you’re out. And I want you to stay here at McKinley. So let us deal with the blockheads. They won’t come anywhere near you with us around.”

Blaine gave in with bad grace, and went over his schedule for the Skanks’ benefit. He shared each of his classes with at least one of them, and promised to stick with them to keep safe.

He soon found out that Kurt was right. Everyone, even the jocks, gave the Skanks a wide berth.

“We can fleece them with our snark, kill them with our glares and hurt them in a million ways,” Kurt explained during AP French. “We’re not boxers, but Quinn and Santana and I used to be Cheerios, and you don’t want to be on the receiving end of our high kicks. You really don’t. And Lauren is a champion wrestler.”

Blaine blinked at Kurt. “You were a what?”

“A Cheerio. That’s what the cheerleaders are called here.”

Blaine looked at his boyfriend, trying to picture him in tight spandex, showing off his acrobatic prowess. Nice!

“So why did you quit?”

Kurt shrugged. “Quinn got kicked off the squad when she got pregnant. Santana got kicked off when she got a boob job. At least, I think that was the reason. And for me, it was the community service that did me in. The Cheerios’ schedule is insane. They train for hours and hours every day, even on weekends. And Coach Sylvester didn’t like me skipping training on Wednesdays and Saturdays to go sing and tell stories at the home. At first, she cut me some slack, ‘cause her sister lived in a home too, and ‘cause she has a soft spot for me, and ‘cause I always trained at home by myself those days. But then my forty hours were up, and I just kept going to the home, though I didn’t have to anymore. And she told me I had to make a choice: Cheerios or volunteering. I bet she thought I’d snap out of it fast. But I’d already lost my friends Quinn and Santana on the squad, and volunteering made me happy. So I handed in my uniform and left.”

Blaine pouted, sad that Kurt no longer had the uniform, because oh, the possibilities…

« Monsieur Hummel et compagnon, comme vous semblez avoir une opinion très forte concernant Baudelaire, vous pouvez venir ici et nous en parler ! » (Mr. Hummel and company, seeing as you seem to hold a strong opinion on Baudelaire, you can come here and tell us about it!)

Blaine looked up at the teacher, aghast, but Kurt wasn’t intimidated in the least. He went to stand at the teacher’s desk, and gave a passionate speech about Baudelaire, and about his work being censured for the themes it contained. All in French. And he ended it by reciting what he said was his favourite Baudelaire poem.

Blaine’s mouth wasn’t the only one hanging open when Kurt stopped talking. Even the teacher needed a minute to regroup.

“Intéressant. Je vois que Baudelaire vous passionne. Et vous, Monsieur… ? » (Interesting. I can tell you’re passionate about Baudelaire. What about you, Mr. …?)

“Anderson,” Blaine hastened to supply. “Comme je viens de dire à Monsieur Hummel, je préfère l’œuvre de Verlaine. J’adore sa musicalité. » (As I just told Mr. Hummel, I prefer Verlaine’s work. I love his musicality.)

Just then, the bell rang, and Blaine felt his anxiety ebb away.

The teacher smiled at him. “Très bien. La semaine prochaine, vous pouvez nous en parler plus en détail. Cela compensera pour les devoirs que vous avez manqué les jours passés. » (Very well. Next week, you can tell us more about it. That will make up for the homework you didn’t make the previous days.)

Blaine nodded and jotted down the assignment before gathering his stuff and following Kurt out of the classroom.

“Your French is impressive,” he told Kurt, who grinned and told him he looked forward to hearing Blaine’s views on Verlaine.

In the cafeteria, Kurt steered Blaine towards what he said was the glee club table, and he introduced Blaine as his boyfriend, which made Blaine’s stomach swoop happily and made him beam like an idiot.

The only one at the table Blaine recognized was Rachel, who greeted him and asked if he was joining glee club.

“Oh… Uhm… I…”

“Your singing voice could use some work, but it’s got definite potential.”

Kurt rolled his eyes at Rachel and then turned to Blaine. “So that’s Rachel. You already know her from the home. Next to her is Finn, and then there’s Artie, Tina, Mercedes, Puck, Mike and Sam.”

“Sam’s the one from the superhero club?” Blaine whispered to Kurt, and Sam perked up when he heard the club mentioned.

“Yep, that’s me. Blonde Chameleon at your service! What’s your super alter ego?”

Lunch hour flew by as Blaine talked superheroes with Sam, and he had to be reminded by Kurt that the bell was about to ring, and that Quinn was waiting for him to go to AP Biology.

Blaine quickly exchanged numbers with Sam and then hurried away.

That afternoon, after a history class he shared with Lauren, Blaine was accosted by Rachel, who asked if he was going to the home.

“N-no. I’m scheduled tomorrow.”

“I see. Well, think about glee club, okay?”

Blaine nodded, and then his face brightened when he saw Kurt coming towards him, Sam by his side.

“Mind if Sam joins our cooking lesson today?” Kurt asked.

Blaine grinned and shook his head. “Awesome. Are your brother and sister coming too?”

Sam grinned back. “Yep. We were just about to go and pick them up from school.”

“Come to my place,” Blaine said. “So you can borrow that comic book I was talking about at lunch. And there’s a big garden to play in, and spare bedrooms for when your brother and sister get tired. Mom won’t mind a bit, I promise.”

Kurt frowned. “Dad won’t like that. He had to make his own dinner yesterday, and grumbled about it.”

“Well, today at yours and tomorrow at my place, then, maybe?” Blaine asked.

Kurt bit his lip. “Friday Night Dinner is sacred for Dad. Can’t skip it. But you and Sam can cook by yourselves. I’m thinking vegetable wok. I’ll write down the recipe for you.”

Blaine looked at Sam. “What do you say? Can we do this? Stevie and Stacie can help, too.”

“We can do this! I do have a shift delivering pizzas starting at eight p.m., though, so we’ll have to make it an early dinner. Today too.”

“No problem,” Kurt promised.

Stevie and Stacie proved to be just as outgoing and friendly as their older brother, and instantly enamoured with Blaine when he told them the story of Jack and the Beanstalk while they were cooking.

When Burt got home, he grumbled a bit about Kurt always bringing more people home, but soon enough, he was talking cars with Stevie and football with Sam and Blaine, with a wide smile. And when Stacie fell asleep on the sofa soon after dinner, Burt was the one to suggest Sam’s siblings could stay over and sleep in the spare bedroom.

“And you can kip on the sofa,” Burt said to Sam, “after your shift. Kurt will give you the spare key.”

Sam looked at his sleeping sister, bit his lip and nodded, walking out of the living room. “I need to call my mom.”

He came back a few minutes later and said it was okay. “I asked for tomorrow, too, Blaine, if you were serious about us staying over?”

Blaine beamed at Sam. “Totally! It’s going to be amazing!”

Sam carefully woke Stacie so she could get ready for bed, and Kurt and Blaine went to the attic to find her and Stevie some pajamas from when Kurt was little, sharing some sweet kisses while they were alone together.

As soon as the children were tucked in, Sam and Blaine left, and Blaine dropped Sam off at the pizza place. “See you tomorrow! Can you find someone to bring you back to Kurt’s?”

“Yep, no problem, Puck will come and pick me up. Thanks, man!”

K&B

On Friday morning, Blaine had his first altercation with a jock since he’d come back. He was securing his motorbike when something hit the back of his head. Hard.

A voice hissed, “You think you can put my best friend in hospital and then come back here and parade your nancy boy around school?”

Blaine turned around slowly, and saw a tall black teen glaring at him.

“Adams! No fighting or you’re off the team!”

The jock turned towards his coach and opened his mouth to retaliate, but she stopped him. “No, I don’t need to hear it. I know what happened to Karofsky, but I also know it was provoked. I know that under Coach Tenaka, you could do as you pleased, but I’m telling you now that I don’t condone fighting. Nor bullying. I don’t care how well you play. I WILL throw you off the team if you so much as touch this boy again. Leave him alone.”

The jock glared at her. “And let him get away with almost killing Dave?”

The coach sighed. “Don’t exaggerate. Karofsky was never in any danger of dying. And it was five against one, hardly a fair fight. Can’t fault the boy for wanting to knock you guys out as fast as he could. I would have done the same. Why were you picking on him anyway?”

That seemed to take the wind out of the jock’s sails, who shrunk and shrugged.

“Just for the fun of it, huh? Well, that stops now. I’m going to work you guys so hard that you won’t have any time or energy for shenanigans.”

The jock grumbled under his breath.

“How many games have you won so far, Adams?”

More grumbling.

“My goal is to make you winners. So you had better apply yourself, or I’ll find a replacement for you. Is that clear?”

The jock nodded.

“Now clear out and leave this boy alone.”

The coach stared the jock down until he turned and left, and then turned to Blaine. “I know the fight wasn’t your idea. And I promise I’ll keep an eye out for you, pumpkin.”

“Thank you, Coach.”

She smiled at Blaine. “Feel free to join our power training on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Sometimes we do some boxing, and I think my boys can learn a thing or two from you.”

Blaine grimaced. “I’m not sure I want them to learn how to beat me up.”

“Adams and Karofsky tend to skip power training, pumpkin. They’re lazy. As soon as I find decent replacements for them, they’ll be out in a heartbeat.”

Blaine stared at her. “Won’t their parents make a fuss?”

“More likely they’ll be mad at their son. I’ve won the championship with every team I’ve ever coached. So if their child doesn’t make the team, they’ll blame him, not me.”

She winked at Blaine and walked off.

K&B

That afternoon, Sam and his siblings came to the home with Blaine, and together, they told the story of the Four Clever Brothers, who saved a princess from a dragon.

Like Dolores had said, Sam was great at doing voices, and the children listened as if spellbound, and cheered when after the story, Blaine announced they still had time for a few songs.

Sam played the guitar this time, and they all sang together until the hour was up.

At Blaine’s house, they did their homework before starting on dinner, Blaine pairing up with Stacie and Sam with Stevie to help them where needed.

When Pam came home, Blaine and Sam were wearing Star Wars costumes from Blaine’s chest of Halloween apparel, re-enacting a fight scene to the loud encouragement of Stevie and Stacie.

Pam quirked an eyebrow at Blaine and inquired, “New boyfriend already?”

“Mom!!”

She smirked when Blaine hotly denied having swapped boyfriends, but her eyes softened when he introduced his new friends. Clearly, she remembered what Kurt had told them about Sam’s family, which was probably why she didn’t say a word when Blaine mentioned all the Evans children were staying over.

The next morning, when Sam’s parents came to pick up their children and thanked Pam for her hospitality, she reiterated what she’d told Kurt. “You know, this house is WAY too big for just the two of us, and I’m having a hard time covering the rent on my own. So if you like, you and your family could move in here temporarily, until you get back on your feet. You could have the second and third floor, and share the kitchen and the living room with us.”

The Evanses looked taken aback, and Pam waved a dismissive hand. “Yes, this is sudden, and we don’t know each other yet, and I’m probably weird for mentioning this straight off the bat. I know, I know. I don’t expect you to decide right away, of course, but think about it? Our children get along well, and it would help out both our families.”

Mrs Evans nodded and thanked Pam again, with a smile that was a bit brittle around the edges, but genuine nonetheless.

Her sad eyes haunted Blaine the whole weekend.

#klaine fanfiction #my fic #facing your dragons #chapter 7

[kweebtrash]

Baby

[3 years later] Messy Timestamp

I looked around at the boxes that were strewn about. There was so much left to unpack. I was happy that we had finally gotten a place in Chicago but all this moving was making me more sore than I already was. My feet were swollen and my back ached. I felt like I weighed a thousand pounds. I was not about it. I waddled to the second room we had where Johnny was currently setting up stuff for the baby. I smiled as it looked like a little jungle, the theme was perfect and cozy for her.

"Hey," he sighed as he wiped his forehead from sweat. He had been doing most of the heavy lifting while I tried to put most of the things away. He said I spent way too much time decorating though. I kissed his cheek and wrapped my arms around his back, giving him a tight hug.

"Hey there, Mr. Sexy Handyman. Look at you building stuff." I said playfully

"Eri, you're such a dork. And get off me, I'm gross and sticky."

"You should take off that shirt then. You don't need to move things around with it on."

Johnny rolled his eyes. "You sound like you want me to be in a cheap porno with you. Like the plumber that comes to "fix your pipes."

"Well you can fix my pipes any day." I winked at him before bursting into giggles. "I set aside the luggages for us. I was going through the clothes and picked out some outfits you might like. Smart of us to move here a week before our trip to Japan."

"Yeah well duty calls. Have to work fashion week and some other editorials. It'll be nonstop." He said.

I pouted and stared at my feet. "I know. I just hope we get to spend some time together. You know I want to-"

"Yes, my love. You have told me 3000 times that you want to go to Sanrioland. And I will take you to Sanrioland so you can spend a ton of money on plushies you don't need."

"Uh you're one go talk. You wouldn't let me donate ANY of your plushies."

"Ok, Mr. TomTom isn't just ANY plushie. Don't be rude."

"Oh my god." I shook my head at my dumb boyfriend and sighed. "Well at least I get to spend time with Yuta. His girlfriend is fucking gorgeous!"

"I know. He only posts about her like 50 times a day."

"We were that lovey dovey once!"

"Yeah and now I get to smell your gross farts and have you walk in on me while I'm in the bathroom just to brush your teeth." Johnny stood up and wiped his hands on his jeans. He kissed the top of my forehead and chuckled when I hit his chest in protest. "And I won't be worried that you'd get lost, my directional challenged Retsu."

"Shut up, Haida." Those nicknames had stuck ever since he agreed to watch Aggretsuko with me years ago. He wouldn't let me live it down that me and the character were so alike. I thought it was cute and it started overtaking my collecters hobby (Rilakkuma was still number one though). "Anyway I think Yuta and I are going to get some sushi, maybe go to Harajuku, do tourist stuff in Tokyo, go to Ikebukuro. I'll be busy while you're being a hot shot photographer."

"Good. This is the first trip we've taken together and I'm sorry it had to be a business trip, Eri." He took my hands in his and sighed. "I really hope we get to spend more time together. I don't want Yuta hogging you up."

"Ehh, don't worry about him. I'm gonna be painfully third wheeling. I'll bring you back some snacks though. They have a bunch of coffee flavored stuff." I stood on my tippy toes to give him another kiss before gathering more things for the baby's area. He would need it soon. "Oh by the way Quinn and Jae are coming over tomorrow to hang with us and I can go over some things about how to take care of her. Then they'll be here next Sunday before we leave."

"Oh cool. Hey you hungry?" He went back to setting up the area for a moment, checking to make sure everything was safe.

"You know I always am. I also want a bath. My feet are killing me."

"I'll get it set up for you after we eat, yeah?"

I nodded and yawned deeply. "What do you want?"

"Oh no, here we go. You're gonna say "whatever's good. I don't care." And then I'm gonna say some type of food and you're gonna tell me you're not in the mood for that until we waste thirty minutes trying to figure out something. You pick."

"Shut up! I don't do that all the time." Johnny gave me a look that said "why the fuck you lyin." "Whatever, jerk! Let's just get Chinese."

"Sounds good to me. Also I think everything is good to go for her."

"ooh!!" I squealed in excitement and looked over the perfect sanctuary he had made. "I love it! I can't wait until we have another."

"Slow it down. Maybe in a little while but not now. I'm just getting used to having this one."

"Still, I'd be super excited. Maybe it'll be a boy next time." Johnny ignored my hopeful wishing and picked our baby up from the floor, holding her gently. "Ugh she's such a daddy's girl." I said bitterly.

"Can't help it. She loves sleeping with me all the time." He kissed her head and smiled. "I think we can set her in."

"Ok good." I lifted the lid of the tank and Johnny set our kid in, a sweet deep red and brown scaley cutie that I loved dearly. I looked at her through the tank and watched as she cocked her head to the side, working to sniff around her new environment. Johnny had gotten me the bearded dragon for my birthday after months of me bugging him and now we were both in love with her. It was a little unconventional but this was our little family and we were finally home.

#time stamp #messy

[dillydedalus]

january reading

why was this january at least 3 months long

unequal affections, lara s. ormiston (audio) this is jane austen fanfiction about an alternate version of the story where lizzy does accept darcy’s first proposal - their ensuing engagement, which (because lizzy doesn’t go off about how she feels about darc in this one) is full of unspoken conflicts and tensions & hella awks. the initial premise needed some suspension of disbelief but once i got over that i found it super enjoyable, pretty believable in terms of character interactions and interiority (darcy is a dick), funny & sweet. i don’t think i will necessarily start getting into JAFF now (tho goodreads rly thinks i should), but this was just. nice. wholesome. also now i want to reread p&p..... 3/5

lincoln in the bardo, george saunders (uni) ya know what i really liked this. this is about abraham lincoln mourning his young son willie during the civil war, not exactly a topic i’m particularly (at all) interested in, but the execution is so cool - it’s told partly thru fragments from historical records, books, letters (both real and imagined) and partly thru the voices of the many ghosts stuck in a kind of limbo in the graveyard, who are trying to get willie to move on, while they themselves desperately try to stay in limbo, bitter about what went wrong in their lives and in denial about their state. & it’s done really well, the polyphony and contradiction of the historical record (one chapter has a bunch of quotes about how ugly lincoln was & then the last is like ‘idk i thought he was kinda handsome’), and the ghosts are so sad & bitter & desperate & hopeful. 4/5

the steppe & other stories, anton chekhov (tr. from russian) bunch of short stories from 1880-1890s russia. to be honest, i found most of them pretty boring, although ‘the duel’ is pretty good, an interesting look at how sticking too closely to your worldview/ideology/morality will probably either make you a useless disaster person or a eugenicist douchebag. some of the other stories were okay as well, but overall: 2/5, i’mma stick with his plays

perfectly preventable deaths, deirdre sullivan  teenage ocd witch book! this is a pretty good YA witchy horror book about twins who move into their new stepdad’s castle (yeah he has a castle) in a weird irish village where girls have been going missing for decades. creepy magical-ish things start happening (of course) & our narrator isn’t sure whether her sister’s new age-inappropriate boyfriend is just creepy, or creepy. i love the concept of ocd witchery & the atmosphere is really good as well, but the pacing is off, with slow build-up & a climax that happens way too quickly. also like can someone please say the word ocd it’s not gonna kill ya. 3/5

the priory of the orange tree, samantha shannon gonna be controversial here & say... yeah this should have been a duology. give the world some room to breathe, give the characters some room to breathe (give me another book w/ a cover this spectacular). anyway, this is a bigass book about eastern vs western dragon lore, a holy queendom (go sabran of inys!!), dragonriders, lesbian sword mages, how religion & historiography marginalises women, and magical trees. & like, okay, i wrote a lil thing right after finishing it about how i had some quibbles with it but enjoyed it overall but you know what? the more i think about it/let it sit the more complaints i have and the more annoyed/disappointed i get. 1) i liked all the characters fine, but none of them feel like they have any depth - i feel like i could sum all of the main characters up in like 3-4 words, and while i was rooting for ead/sabran, even this, the most central relationship of the book felt... surface-level. like, there were some big emotional moments but generally all i felt was like ‘good for her’ or ‘that sucks i guess’, 2) this world & its mythology is very much inspired by eastern vs western dragonlore so i understand the need to ground the fantasy world with real-world parallels but the extent to which some of the countries are literally just fantasy versions of real countries was... frustrating? irritating?? this is especially grating as, while inys is very clearly fantasy!britain, there is a lot of cool world-building (religion, aristocracy, history/myth) to make it more than that, while fantasy!japan and fantasy!china are literally just ... ‘what if japan but with dragons’. i did like fantasy!netherlands because at least you don’t see that a lot. 3) so much of the plot is just people travelling to different locations to get and transport different items but most of the travelling is cut short by some magical animal/being turning up and just transporting them in a cutscene.. 4) considering that this is all about dragonlore the dragons sure aren’t as important in the end as the three macguffins of power. 5) i loved so much about kalyba but not where it led, that said i want a kalyba-hawthorn-nurtha backstory.   okay that’s it for now but like. idk. this had a lot of potential but the execution was just severely flawed. 2/5 

trust exercise, susan choi this was super hyped, especially for a game-changing twist of some kind, but has a rather low rating on goodreads (3.18!) so y’all know i was intrigued. i’m not going to give away the twist because it is genuinely really cool if not really all that original, but this is a really clever & cool book about theatre kids, teenage dramatics, constructing your own narrative and what that excludes, elides, changes, and most of all consent & abuse (some very triggering depictions of sex/sexual abuse here). i really liked this, and am considering buying a copy so i can reread it. 4/5

soldiers of salamis, javier cercas (tr. from spanish by anne mclean) very meta novel about a writer called javier cercas writing a book (tentatively called soldiers of salamis) about a (real) falangist poet who escaped a mass execution & survived in the forest for a while with a group of republican deserters. ‘cercas’ researches, speculates, despairs, talks to roberto bolano (who compliments his previous books lol), and finally tracks down the man who he believes/imagines/hopes to be the soldier who let said fascist poet go, leading him to consider who really should be remembered & written about. made me think about that one poem about reading ezra pount that ends w/ a veteran saying ‘if i knew a fascist was a great poet, i’d shoot him anyway.’ interesting book altho i far prefer his book anatomy of a moment, one of the weirdest & most fascinating nonfic books i’ve read. 3/5

the stopping places, damian le bas (audio) damian le bas comes from a settled british romani family and, feeling somewhat unsure about his place in & connection to the community, he decided to go on a roadtrip through britain (+france) in a van to seek out the atchin tans or stopping places, starting with the ones his great-grandmother remembers from her childhood before the family became settled. he combines the travelogue with insights into romani culture(s) (mainly british) and history, as well as his own family history. it’s really interesting & engaging (the history&culture more so than the travelogue) and le bas narrates the audiobook himself & sounds like a cool dude. 3.5/5

confessions of a bookseller, shaun bythell  bythell records a year of working as a second-hand bookseller, with an entry for every day. he talks about the impact of amazon, rude & weird customers (but also nice customers), his weird staff, and some of the books he’s reading. the look into bookselling in the age of amazon is pretty interesting but much of this is banal & repetitive, & if it wasn’t the perfect thing to read in little bits while at work i probably would have dnf’d it. 2/5

giacomo joyce, james..... joyce  super short story by my man jamesy joyce that never made it out of manuscript (literal). not much to say about this - it’s interesting to see jj play around with themes while still working on portrait & thinking bout ulysses & the prose is nice, but the whole english tutor feels attracted to his student is a bit... eh. 3/5

#the books i read #one major disappoint but oh well :/// #long post

[crashdevlin]

Well-trained

Author’s Note: Written to fulfill my Free Space for @spnkinkbingo, I chose Pain Kink and threw in some nice Dom/sub dynamics and the rare pair of Debriel x Reader. It’s also a take on this thing I shared two weeks ago about getting my newest tattoo. I blame the Debriel on @thewhiterabbit42. They welcomed me to this trashcan with open arms...

Pairing(s): Dean x Gabriel x Reader

Summary: Y/n’s boyfriends take her to get her anti-possession tattoo.

Word Count: 2526

Story Warnings: Dom!Gabriel, Switch!Dean, Sub!Reader, pain kink, established poly relationship, possessiveness, handsy tattoo artist... no sex, just kink 

The parlor was well-lit and smelled of cleaning solvent. You'd insisted upon it. You didn't want the neons and black-lights of the parlor down the street. You didn't want the place to smell like incense. You were getting a medical procedure done, that's how you saw it. A tattoo was art, but it was also more disruptive to your epidermis than most laparoscopic surgeries these days and you wanted it done somewhere clean, somewhere that smelled like a hospital.

You filled out your paperwork and sat in the waiting area while the tattoo artist set up his area. Gabriel took the opportunity to flip through the sample books, a popsicle in his hand despite the cold weather outside. “I'm thinking a badass dragon across my shoulders. What do ya think, babe?”

“I think you could do it yourself with a snap,” Dean responded, not looking up from his phone where he was losing Words With Friends to both Mary and Sam.

“Not the babe I was talkin’ to, but you're right. I could do hers the same way if you wa-”

“No. She's gotta get it done right, Gabe.”

Gabriel turned to him, eyebrow cocked over his perfect honey eyes. “You think I'd fuck it up? I could have that thing done perfectly and completely healed in a fraction of a second and she wouldn't have to worry about-”

Dean dragged his eyes up and green met gold. “The pain is half the point. You don't heal her when we tan her hide in the bedroom, why would you deprive her of what she likes, here?”

The archangel blinked slowly and nodded. “Got me there, Winchester.”

Dean turned his attention to you, nudging you with his elbow. “You nervous, baby girl?” You shook your head. ‘Nervous’ wasn't the right word. ‘Anxious’ was closer. “You sure? I mean, you're about to have a big Romanian dude with ⅞ gauges in his ears seeing the glory you usually reserve for me and a damn archangel.”

You smiled. “Not all my glory, Dean. Besides, Gabe’ll be able to tell if he’s thinking impure thoughts and he can give him his just desserts if he acts unprofessionally.”

“Don’t give him that permission, y/n. He’ll kill the guy. Dude’s gonna be full of impure thoughts once your shirt comes off.”

“Come on. He doesn’t need permission, Dean.” Gabriel’s eyes sparkled at that. “And the shirt’s not coming off. It’s why I wore a camisole instead of a t-shirt. Just gonna pull the left side down. He shouldn’t even get to see any nipple.”

“Shame,” Dean rumbled. “Definitely love it when other guys get hard for you, coveting what’s ours.”

“Don’t worry, Dean-o. He already wants her.” Gabe tossed the stick from his popsicle at the trash can by the door and flopped down next to you on the black leather couch. “He keeps wondering which of us is her boyfriend. Thinks he’s more attractive than me, but if she’s your girl, he doesn’t have a shot.”

You scoffed out a chuckle. “You guys should put on a show. See how he acts when he thinks you’re my gay best friends and I’m fair game.”

“You hear this girl? She’s trying to get this guy killed,” Gabriel said, an almost proud tinge to his words.

“Am not, but come on. It should come as no surprise that I like games, Gabe. Why else would I have fallen for you?”

“I’m adorable?”

Dean smiled and leaned across in front of you to wrap his fingers in Gabriel’s hair and pull him in for a kiss. It was a rare thing for you to be caught between, in public at least. The hunter usually kept his PDA with the archangel to a bare minimum. If he was going to neck with someone on a park bench or something, he wanted to know people were staring because they were enjoying the show not because they were judging him.

Each man put a hand on your thigh, digging their fingertips into your flesh as their tongues danced across each other in front of your face. You immediately flooded with heat, your cheeks warming under the stimulus.

“I’m ready for you, sweetheart,” the tattoo artist, Kevin, said, walking into the waiting area. The look on his face was a mix of disgust at the display of man-love on his couch and excitement at the thought that those guys were obviously together and not with you.

Your boyfriends separated once Gabe gave Dean’s bottom lip a nibble and all three of you stood to follow Kevin back to his work area. He sat you down on a seat that reminded you of a weight bench without the bar and lifted the stencil he’d made of the anti-possession sigil. “Where we puttin’ it, darlin’?”

You placed your hand over your heart. “Right about here.” His lips twitched at the corners but he held back his smile.

“Okay, just lean on back and look straight ahead.” You did as you were told, looking straight ahead as he pulled the straps of your bra and camisole down your left arm. Based on the cold air on your skin, you could tell he’d pulled the fabric down almost to the edge of your areola. His gloved fingers carefully placed the stencil and he had you stand and check the placement, which was perfect. You sat down again, getting comfortable. Dean sat in the chair in the corner and Gabe leaned against the wall.

“Play a ‘D’ on Sam’s ‘SOPHISTICATE’. You’ll get the triple,” you coached from your chair as Kevin retrieved his tattoo gun. Dean’s eyebrows raised and he pursed his lips as his phone buzzed.

“Thanks. He's probably just been waiting for a ‘D’.”

“No prob.”

“Keep looking at him. It stretches your skin just right,” Kevin said.

“Okay.”

You took a deep breath, scene starting as the gun touched your skin. The pain was instant, and a throbbing pulse of need took up in your core because of it. You focused on Dean. Not the pain or what it was doing to you, just Dean and breathing. Dean and breathing. Not the wetness slowly seeping onto your underwear. Just Dean and breathing.

“Wow. Is this thing even working?” Kevin commented after a few minutes. Dean's eyes jumped from his phone to your chest, where the outline of the symbol was definitely starting to be etched into your skin. “You haven't even flinched, sweetheart.” Dean smirked and looked back down at his phone. You didn't respond as Kevin started in again, his pinkie finger dipping under the edge of your shirt in a way that could have been an accident but totally wasn't.

“I could tattoo you forever, y/n. You're, like, the perfect client,” Kevin praised a few minutes later.

Dean nodded without looking at you. “Thank you,” you answered, now that you'd gotten permission.

The gun started its trek across your collarbone and the sharper pain forced your eyes closed, but no sound escaped you, still. “I mean, I have had grown-ass men, like big burly guys like me in this chair and not a single one has been as tough as you. I could tattoo you ‘til I was blue in the face.”

“I'd be worried if you went blue in the face, Kev,” Gabriel spoke up.

“I'm just saying, she’s a fuckin’ rock. She barely moves. She's got a pain tolerance to die for. I mean, I'm stabbing prime fuckin’ real estate here and you're barely even acknowledging it's happening.” He turned his attention back to you as he finished speaking.

Dean's smirk made you bite your lip. “Yeah.” He looked up and caught your eyes. “She's well-trained, aren't you, baby girl?”

“Yes, sir.” Kevin's hand twitched at the words and he seemed to catch the tone. Of course he didn't understand that he was just a tool in your scene, that he was no more relevant to the game than a flogger or cock cage. But he would come to understand.

His fingers dipped under your camisole again, this time far enough to brush your nipple. Dean caught it this time. “Hey, Gabe,” Dean said, quietly, a deep rumble in his voice.

“I saw. That's two.”

“And we're going to give an opportunity for a third?”

“Well, we don't want the job left unfinished. If I explode him now, she'll only have an outline… and not even a full one.” Kevin snatched his hand away from your body and looked up at the other two men, trying to ascertain what Gabriel meant by ‘explode him’.

You still didn't move. As Kevin determined there were no explosives for Gabriel to explode him with, you stayed looking off at Dean, whose green eyes had taken a darkness. “What's wrong, guys?” Kevin asked, trying to sell the idea that he didn't know why they were upset.

“You think we're blind?” Dean leaned forward. “You've got more than enough access to her ‘prime real estate’, Kev. You don't need to be tryin’ to get more.”

“I… I mean, if she's uncomfortable with anything I've done, she should-”

“Y/n?” Gabriel called out.

“Yes, sir?”

“How you feel about this fucking disgrace sticking his fingers where they don't belong?”

“I don't like it, sir. He's not supposed to do that.”

“What do you think Dean and I should do about it, lollipop?”

“Whatever makes you happy, sir, but I'm partial to the head-splosion.”

You couldn't see Kevin's eyes go wide with fear, but you could see Dean lick his lips and Gabriel raise his hand. “I wanna make you happy, sweet stuff, but head-splody is such a Lucifer move. And it's a bitch to clean up.”

Dean stood up, phone going into his pocket as he walked around you to stand next to Kevin. “How about Kevin keeps his hands off'a our real estate, he doesn't make our girl feel any more uncomfortable than he already has, and maybe, just maybe, we don't kill him and wreck his shop?”

There was a moment of silence as Kevin debated with himself what to do and were they serious. “If you call the cops, they will arrive to blood and body parts viciously strewn around your shop. I don't usually go for the direct explosion death, I like a little more flair, but I'm more than capable of it.”

Kevin cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, I'll… I'm sorry. I'm gonna finish the, uh, the thing.”

“Good call.” Dean stepped back and looked down at you. “You need to move, baby girl?”

“May I, sir? This chair is very uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, why don't you get up and stretch, huh? Kev ain't comin’ near you again ‘til he stops pissin’ his pants.”

You stood, smiling, scene effectively paused as you stretched your arms across your chest. You turned to the mirror, ignoring the terror still on Kevin's face as you examined the start of the tattoo in the mirror. “Well, you're a terrifying guy, Dean,” Gabriel teased. “You shouldn't have been so hard on the man.”

“Me? You're the one talking about exploding the guy, name-dropping your brother ‘cause who's gonna be frightened of Gabriel: the trumpeter?”

“A lot of people!” Gabe defended.

“Maybe you as Loki, but not you as-”

“Guys!” you called out, before nodding your head toward Kevin, whose eyes were huge with shock. “Don't think he's quite ready for all that.” You turned to the mirror and smiled. “You're doing a wonderful job, Kevin. With the tattoo and the scene. Don't worry about my boys. They won't hurt you.”

“Speak for yourself, y/n. He touches that tit again and I'm gonna fuck him up.”

You rolled your eyes at Dean and shook your head. “He kinda has to if we want the tattoo finished. I mean, unless you want me to get possessed by demons.”

“What are you people?” Kevin asked.

“Well, one of us isn't even a people,” Dean joked, slapping his hand across Gabriel's ass.

“The short answer, Kev? Dangerous. Those two much more than me, and you had the bright idea to touch what belongs to them. So, ya know… you should refrain from that shit in the future.”

“Or you won't have a future,” Dean finished.

When you sat back down, Kevin started to tattoo you again, your head stayed turned to the corner where Dean was sitting. He moved quickly, without the inappropriate touching and without the praising remarks. Just Dean and breathing, Dean and breathing… pain and dizziness, pain and dizziness. Your breaths went heavy to compensate the flushing heat assaulting your skin.

“There she goes,” Gabe whispered to Dean as your eyes crossed, going unfocused as endorphins rushed through your system and all there was in your world was Dean. “She’s so cute in subspace.”

“Is she gonna pass out?” Kevin asked, but you didn’t hear him. All you could see was Dean. All you could hear was Gabe.

“Nah, she ain’t gonna pass out. Just finish the tat, man,” Dean demanded.

“She did pass out that one time, didn’t you, tootsie roll?”

“I awayaoh,” came out of your mouth but Gabe just nodded in complete understanding of your drugged-out mumbling.

“She only passed out because you didn't put the whip down when I said to.”

“I’m sorry, Dean, but what part of ‘archangel’ do you think puts you in charge, huh?” Gabriel gestured to himself, then Dean.

“Well, if you had listened, she wouldn't have passed out. Too much pain puts her over.”

“I know that, now, don't I?” Gabriel took your hand, kneeling next to you. “You good to go for her aftercare, Deanie Baby, or do you want me to handle it?”

Dean stood. “Huh, here I was thinking we were both her doms and we'd take care of her together.”

“Ya silly switch, you. Of course we can do it together. I thought you might wanna lose Words with your family some more, that's all.”

“The day I pick games on my phone over you and y/n, explode me.”

“Gonna hold you to that.” Gabriel popped to his feet, looking down at you as Kevin finished your tattoo, sliding petroleum jelly over the new symbol. “Great job, Kev. I'll take it from here,” he said, snapping his fingers.

“Gabe…” Dean's voice was full of warning.

“I didn't kill him. Just thought he should know what it feels like to be pawed at against his will.”

“Where is he?”

“Currently performing a striptease for a dozen ladies in their eighties.”

Dean chuckled as he reached down and picked you up. You nuzzled into his neck, still riding out your high. “Come on, let's get her home. She's gonna need to get her sugars back up after she's done in subspace.”

“And after that, we can see if I can get you there,” Gabriel said, quirking an eyebrow.

“Told you, man, I can't get there. Just can't let go enough.” Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to the archangel’s. “But I'm happy to let you try.” He winked as Gabriel reached out to take his hand. “Sir.”

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Never A Perfect Moment pt1

I just realized I never posted anything for my current wip, so here yall go. Pt one of a Kailor fic taking place directly after Hunted.

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They had won. Yes, the journey home had been frustrating and time consuming, and Kai had wanted to throttle Jay for most of it (his extremely loose grip on sanity had been more than a little concerning). And yes, it had taken a long and strenuous battle that could easily have ended very differently. But it was best not to dwell on those things, he supposed. Years of similarly traumatizing events had taught him that. Good old Ninjago City was finally safe again… and it was wonderful to be home. Even if home was currently in ruins. The events of the past few weeks had left an obvious mark on the city. Rubble lined the streets. The remains of the colossus that had once ruled the city with its destructive fist could be seen not too far away as well. But... They were together again, and that was more than enough for him just now. Kai gave his adoptive family a relieved smile.

"Just another day in Ninjago… I wonder what tomorrow will hold…" He declared, following the others off of the steps they had been standing on. Lloyd's... Father... or at least, some incredibly twisted version of him, had been arrested, pushed into a police vehicle, shouting something unintelligible as he went. The rest of the SOG had also been rounded up; there was no more fighting to be had. Safety might be a relative term for now, but it appeared as though they'd achieved it in the end. Which was good, because none of them seemed to be in any condition to keep fighting. Noticing the bizarre angle at which his sister's arm hung – something he should've caught sooner… he was her brother after all (oh, he felt guilty now for not paying better attention, no matter how tense things had been)- Kai added,

"After we all make a run to the hospital. Or… what's left of it anyway… Your arm looks pretty messed up, sis." Nya sighed, wincing slightly. Her relief at having her family back had distracted her from the pain until now. If the swelling she could feel was anything to go off of, her shoulder had definitely been dislocated during her showdown with Ultra Violet earlier that day. She could barely move it at all. That… was going to be fun to fix.

"You're right… But I'm not the only one... Lloyd's pretty banged up, and... Skylor wasn't looking too great either. You saw how all that dark energy was affecting her…"

"Oh, gosh, Skylor… We left her all alone in that armored car of yours, which was completely epic, by the way… I hate to split up again so soon, but…" Kai began, worriedly. Nya shot him a knowing look.

"Someone needs to check on her. Go on, grab her while we figure out transportation to the hospital. This arm is killing me."

"A-are you sure?" She lightly punched his shoulder with her good hand.

"Course I am."

"Yeah. We'll be fine here for a few minutes." Cole assured him with a shooing gesture. Lloyd gave him a weak smile. Kai's concern for the redhead won out; he wandered the short distance to where they'd parked the vehicle. Arriving just outside the door, he climbed inside. His blood ran cold at the sight that greeted him. Instead of having recovered now that Garmadon's powers could no longer affect her, Skylor seemed worse off than before. Her skin had turned a dreadfully pale shade of greyish white. The master of amber's eyes, which were normally so gorgeous and full of life, had turned dull and glassy. And the smell... She had clearly vomited at some point. Skylor groaned miserably as he approached her. How had things gone downhill so quickly? They never should have left her alone... He knelt next to her, careful to avoid the puddle of puke on the floor nearby.

"Kai? Izzat you…?"

"Yeah… you… This… You're burning up…" Kai stated, feeling the unnatural waves of heat that were radiating off of off of her without even touching her skin. The master of amber didn't seem to hear him. Every breath she took came in short, shaky gasps.

"M'not feeling…. Fink imma…" She slumped forward, slipping into unconsciousness. Kai rushed to catch her before her head could slam into the floor.

"Oh nonono Sky..." Something was seriously wrong with her - She needed help, and soon. If he lost her... No. If he started thinking like that, there was no way he'd be able to keep it together long enough to get her to the hospital... Taking a deep breath, he gently scooped her up, doing his best to ignore how limp she felt in his arms. She'd be fine if he could just get her some proper medical attention... Right? The master of fire clambered out of the vehicle as quickly as he could, not wanting to waste any time. Getting back to the others seemed to take an eternity. Skylor's dead weight grew increasingly unbearable the further he trudged. He could sense the steady rising of her fever as well. Not a good sign at all. It hadn't felt so far before… why was this taking so long now?

"Kai! What on earth?!" Lloyd exclaimed just as he felt as though his arms were about to give out on him. The master of fire came to a halt, panicking inwardly.

"There's something wrong with Skylor!" Zane observed, the first to rush over and offer his brother in arms assistance.

"S-she passed out pretty much as soon as I got there… and her temp's gotta be at least 105... I-I think Garmadon's powers must have… poisoned her or something…" Kai gasped out, breathless. It didn't take much for the others to see that he was right. Her appearance was dreadful. The way her head lulled to one side and beads of sweat trickled down her face, not to mention her pasty complexion, were all signs that she was suffering from something major.

"That seems likely. We don't have any idea how wielding Oni powers would affect an elemental master. Especially one with Skylor's abilities." The nindroid agreed with concern as he examined the redhead more closely.

"Then we need to get her onto one of these dregons and head to the hospital asap." Lloyd stated, taking the lead, for which Kai was grateful. The others immediately jumped into action, helping to hoist Skylor up onto the fire dragon that Kai had befriended. Although she could not actively help due to her injury, Nya yelled kind words of encouragement to them as they worked, striving to relieve the tension that was written all over Kai's posture. It took no more than a few minutes to ensure that Skylor would not fall midflight. Then, Nya clambered onto Jay's dragon, and Pixal onto Zane's. The dragons took off gracefully, racing towards their destination at a speed that would have been impossible for a group of mere humans to accomplish. Under different circumstances, riding a dragon for the first time in years would have been exhilarating for Nya, but right now, all she could think about was the look on her brother's face when he'd returned with Skylor's limp form. She knew how much he cared for her, even if he'd never admitted it out loud. They'd gone through so much together and it pained her to see him so upset. This wasn't fair; why couldn't they just be happy and safe for once? Below, the city flew by, smoke rising from the rubble of what had once been buildings.

"You okay back there?" The master of water heard her boyfriend call back to her, "The flight isn't jostling your arm too much, is it?"

"It's not… too bad… I've been through worse, trust me. We've just had so much happen today, and… it's a lot to take in..." Nya replied truthfully. She could handle the pain a bit longer; there was simply a lot on her mind. A park flew by - they were reaching the part of the city that had remained relatively untouched by Garmadon's forces. That was a promising sign for the potential state of their destination.

"I feel you there. But it feels awesome to be home again. I really missed you, you know?"

"Mm… I missed you too, Jay. Especially when I thought you were dead, a-and I-" She began, voice thick with emotion, Jay stiffened.

"You... You thought we were dead?!" He breathed. Though he didn't turn around, she could hear the guilt in his voice.

"Ye-s… It's… There's a lot to tell you after we've… made sure everyone's okay… I…"

"We have a lot to tell you, too." Admitted the master of lightning.

"Like how on earth you guys managed to keep Wu alive til adulthood?" Nya prompted curiously. He laughed softly.

"Oh, sweetie, you should've seen his sassy kid self running around pretending to be Cole's son…"

"Wait-What?" She cried, attempting to make sense of this latest piece of information.

"Tell you about it later, I promise. The hospital's just up ahead, and you need treatment." Jay reminded her as the dragon began to fly lower.

"Mmm... Wish I could just stay with you…" Nya mumbled tiredly, leaning against him.

"I know… and as much as I'd love that, you're clearly in pain, and Kai's gonna need you to be doing okay. He's pretty shaken up over both you and Skylor." He told her. They were close to landing now. The hospital was less than a block away.

"He really cares about her. Always has… I-I just hope…"

"Hey, she's a tough girl - just like you. I'm sure she'll pull through. We gotta stay positive."

"Stay… Positive… Yeah, good plan… Ow… " Nya hissed, grimacing slightly as she felt the jolt of the dragon they had been riding make contact with the ground.

"Oh. Sorry!" Jay told her apologetically, "You want some help getting down?" She considered his offer for a moment before gratefully accepting. The master of water had missed his reassuring presence to an almost painful extent the past few weeks.

"Please? That'd be great…" She said appreciatively, glancing over at Kai, who was already scrambling frantically from his perch. Lloyd and Cole quickly joined him, helping to lower the still unconscious Skylor to the ground. Using her good hand, Nya grabbed ahold of Jay and allowed him to guide her down off of the lightning dragon. Chaos exploded as Pixal and Zane pulled open the doors to the emergency room. The rest of the group burst inside, startling the patients and hospital employees milling about inside. Several nurses rushed forwards immediately to strap Skylor onto a mobile stretcher they happened to have on hand within seconds (clearly the hospital was making a point of being extra prepared as a result of the battle that had been ranging up until recently). Nya watched her brother begin to shake as they rolled her away. They hadn't permitted him to follow. He pleaded with them fiercely, desperate to stay by her side, but it was no use. His presence wouldn't do anything to help, ultimately, they said, leave it to the professionals. And since they weren't legally obligated to allow him to be present during treatment, as neither he, nor the others, were technically related to her, there was little that could be done except waiting and hoping for the best. She watched as Lloyd gave him a fierce hug and guided him to the nearest couch, offering kind words of comfort, and speaking of how relieved he was to have his big brother back in one piece. Hearing yet another nurse gently ask her to follow her to another room for treatment, Nya glanced regretfully at the scene playing out before her. She didn't want to leave Kai (or Jay, for that matter), but she had no choice. The pain in her arm was becoming unbearable and the water ninja knew the only way to remedy this was to allow herself to entrust her brother to the rest of their family and hope they'd be able to keep him from breaking until she could return.

"I'll be back soon." She promised, doing her best to give him a reassuring look. It was less comforting than it should have been.

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One hour and a brand-new sling later, Nya found herself back in the waiting room. Before the doctor had released her, she'd chocked down several pills, which had helped reduce the pain she was in dramatically. Maybe now she'd be able to focus more on catching up with her family… and… Keeping Kai sane…

"Hey guys. I'm back…" She said softly, seating herself next to her brother. His face was buried in his hands; he didn't look up.

"How's your arm?" Lloyd asked. The doctors must have gotten to him as well. He was sporting several bandages that definitely hadn't been there before.

"Better than before. Doctor says I won't be able to use it for a few weeks, but… could be worse." She announced. The others exchanged looks.

"That's…" Started Cole.

"That's good… I mean… it's not amazing, obviously, but. Still. Good." Jay finished, rambling.

"We could certainly use some positive news…" Agreed Zane somberly. Glancing from her unresponsive brother, to her boyfriend, to the rest of her family, the master of water faltered.

"Something happened while they were fixing my arm… Didn't it?"

Kai spoke for the first time, lifting his face just enough that she could see how puffy and red his eyes were.

"They had to put Skylor on oxygen…. She had a-a seizure a-and stopped breathing…. And t-hey…" He whispered, voice cracking.

"Oh, Kai…" Nya murmured, throwing her arm around his shoulders. A wet sob escaped from the master of fire as he leaned into the hug.

"Nya? W-what if she never wakes up? S-she could die…. I-I can't…What I-if I never… get to… t-tell her that I-I…"

"You love her?" She stated. He sobbed again, louder this time.

"H-how-"

"Because we know you, Kai." Zane answered gently.

"It's so obvious to anyone who knows you how strongly you feel. She's gotta know deep down." Jay commented.

"A-and FSM! I-I'm so sorry! Bec-cause you're my sister, and… and I-I've barely said one word to you since I got b-back… And L-Loyd, too… I-I'm a horrible big brother for ignoring y-you…" Kai cried, shaking. Nya and Lloyd both shook their heads vehemently.

"No, Kai. You're not a horrible brother. You could never be horrible." The blonde insisted immediately.

"B-but I…" Kai trailed off miserably.

"It's okay, I promise. We understand. We do. But sitting here worrying isn't gonna fix things... You know that... Now c'mon. Let's go find some dinner. The food in the cafeteria is pretty decent. If I remember correctly from the last time we were stuck here, they even have a little fast food restaurant inside. You look like you haven't eaten in days..." Offered Nya after a few minutes, giving him one of her signature looks. He needed a distraction. Desperately.

"But-" He started to protest.

"She's right. You can't sit around waiting for hours on end with nothing to do… you'll drive yourself crazy." Cole reminded him, pulling the master of fire to his feet.

"Yeah, and then maybe after we eat, we can go look at those cool murals they have in the children's wing! You loved them last time we were here..." Jay agreed, trying to sound upbeat. Kai allowed them to drag him along back out the doors to the emergency room and into an elevator. He watched the glowing sign above the door signal the changes as they switched floors, wishing he were somewhere else entirely. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate his family's efforts – he loved them dearly and they were only trying to help. He just... Dreaded what might happen the next time a doctor gave them an update. The group exited the elevator a few minutes later and headed down a maze of hallways before entering the surprisingly large and airy dining hall. The scent of sanitizer that had permeated the air and the blindingly white walls hadn't done much for his appetite. He should have just stayed behind while the others got something to eat... There was little chance that food would improve his current outlook. Nevertheless, his sister shoved him towards the large menu sign of the rather generic restaurant and instructed him to pick something. Kai stared blankly at it, nothing sounding the least bit palatable. When he didn't say anything after a few minutes, Nya sighed softly and gave his hand a squeeze.

"You know what? I'll take care of this. Think you can handle finding us a place to sit?" He nodded numbly and trudged towards the assorted tables and booths that covered the other side of the room. The master of fire was unfortunately familiar with the layout, thanks to several previous visits. Though, he couldn't remember ever feeling quite this drained or on edge.. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on him, and he was having trouble processing it all. Lloyd's leg had been an easy fix after the first battle with his father. Even the intense case of appendicitis that Nya had been subjected to a few years back had been reasonably straightforward. This? This was far less predictable. There was no way of knowing how things would work out in the end. And that thought scared him. Selecting an isolated booth towards the back of the room, Kai sat in silence, waiting for the others to join him. It was the first moment he'd had alone in a long time. He wasn't sure that was a good thing. Part of him wished he'd thought to have Jay charge his phone earlier (it had remained in his pocket, slightly battered, but still functional, since they'd first ended up in the First Ream – cell service was completely non-existent there), since having that luxury would serve as a distraction from his growing concern for Skylor. Alas, he had not. And if he really thought about it, he dreaded having to weed through the countless social media notifications he undoubtedly had (being so well known definitely had its downsides) anyway. That was going to be a serious chore. One he wasn't sure he was mentally prepared for. And then… His parents…. Kai really should call them. They'd worked so hard to make up for their absence in the past year (though it felt like a lifetime ago, honestly). And he was eternally grateful that they had had the chance to reconnect after so long. Not everyone was blessed with an opportunity like that, and Kai hated that Lloyd had lost another family member just as he and his sister finally found theirs. It wasn't fair. But then again, what did any of them know about fairness? Half the time, life seemed to be a cruel trick of fate. Like… Having his baby brother's father resurrected in an almost demonic form. He… really needed to check up on the kid. Skylor wasn't the only one who had been damaged, here, and it was his responsibility as the big brother in this family to make sure Lloyd was on the road to emotional recovery. Even if both he and Nya had assured him that they understood if he was a bit distracted by the master of amber's hospitalization.

"Kai?" Someone called, snapping him from his reverie. Nya scooted across the booth's cushioned bench, coming to a stop next to him.

"Kai – you wanna burger?" Jay and Cole set down several trays stacked high with food. Clearly no one had been able to resist the call of cheap fast food.

"We got curly fries, too!" The master of lightning supplied enthusiastically as the rest of group piled haphazardly into the booth. Kai took a deep breath. The smell made his stomach growl, reminding the him just how long it had been since he'd eaten something other than the weird plants that grew in the First Realm.

"Yeah? That sounds… I...I'm. Starving... Thanks." He relaxed slightly as food was distributed among them (with Cole threatening to dump ketchup in Jay's hair for hogging the fries), the mood significantly lighter than it had been in the waiting room. If he tried hard enough, he could almost forget why they were there. But the sling Nya wore was enough of a reminder that this ultimately proved to be unsuccessful.

"Is now a good time to swap stories? Cause I have questions." Lloyd stated tentatively, after taking a few bites of his burger, staring at Kai as if to make sure he wasn't going to go catatonic on them.

"Yes. We do have an awful lot to tell you, and I'm sure you've got plenty to share as well." Zane agreed.

"Oh, do we!" The master of water exclaimed, slamming down her cup of root beer. Pixal smiled ruefully from across the table.

"That's… Not an understatement."

"A-nd I was thinking. Maybe after that, we could call our parents?" Kai suggested, before chaos could break out. His sister leaned against him contentedly.

"That sounds like an excellent idea, Kai."

#myfics #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago #Kai #Skylor #Kailor #s9 aftermath #absorbing oni power is a bad idea #would not recommend #also Idk how to write hospitals ignore inaccuracies #pt2 coming eventually

[aj-the-satyr]

All the Questions......

So Tag games...... Used to do ‘em a lot then kinda fell off writing for a while and then it got quiet. Well now I got tagged in 3 of those 11/11/11 things. You know the ones answer 11 questions, ask 11 more to the 11 people you tag. Well I’m not going to tag anyone other than the 3 people asking @writersblockandapotoftea @carrotgirl-1 and @rosewinterborn and say thankyou for doing so. So here goes..... the goat tries to get through all 33 questions.

1) Do you hide any secrets in your books that only a few people will find?

Hmm.... I suppose that I have a habit of making the names of both things and characters have deeper meanings. Like Grigory Zmeya, his last name means snake and he is a snake shifter type person. So stuff like that.

2) If you could ask one successful author three questions about their writing, writing process or books what would they be?

Not sure about this. I’ve read interviews with many authors where they have dispensed their advice and advice is not a one size fits all thing but I would lie to ask more personal things like favorite characters, Least favorite scene to write and most surprising side character. Stuff like that.

3) Do you have a library membership?

Nope.

4) Ebooks, yay or nay?

Used them and they are fine but I am the old school like to have the physical book in my hands kinda goat.

5) What feeling do you want your readers to get from what you write?

Wow, deep question. Enjoyment? Other than that I’d like them to have feelings for different characters, to pick favorites, to hate some and love some. I suppose I’d like my characters to be memorable but I will settle for the “That was Good” feeling after reading, even if nothing gets carried with them.

6) What time of day are you most productive?

Considering how many times I’ve written my snippets after 10pm and into the wee hours of the morning, I’d say then.

7) What is your writing Kryptonite?

Myself really. There are times I just get conflicted about my writing and rather than just let it flow and let the characters lead I will find myself deleting things and starting over many times. I’m trying to do that less but it’s hard sometimes to just let go and see what happens at the keyboard.

8) Which scenes are your favorite to write?

Huh....... I’m a dialogue heavy writer trying to get more description into my scenes so I favor just talking but am trying to change that a little.

9) What comes first in your development/outlining process plot or characters?

Well considering I don’t outline anymore (Used to waaaaay back) It would have to be characters. Make the characters and pop them in a setting. Plot will happen, hopefully.

10) What is your favorite novel to film/TV adaptadion?

Comic books count right? I love the Constantine TV show. Shame it got cancelled, love the fact they brought the character back for Legends of Tomorrow and the fact he might be getting his own show again is awesome. Love Constantine.

11) Do you think yourself as more of an artist or entertainer?

Neither really. Not something I’ve ever thought about, since you are asking me to think about it...... entertainer??

Right onto the second set of questions gonna add a read more break here to avoid taking up huge chunks of Tumblr real estate and for those people that don’t really care what this old goat has to say

12) Play fuck, marry, kill with Gandalf, Aragon and Arwen.

Er........ Kill Gandalf.... no wait he’ll come back for revenge..... Kill Aragon..... man that would be hard to do..... Kill Arwen then? But I wanted to marry her.......... Man...... Kill Aragon with Gandalf’s help, fuck Gandalf as payment and then go off to marry Arwen. Problem solved.

13) If you had to set fire to a famous building, which one would you set alight?

The Vatican?

14) If you could bring someone back from the dead who would it be?

It would be Sandra, a friend I made for a brief time on the internet who I RP’d with and had a good rapport with. She died of cancer at 20 I think, it’s hard to think about. I do always remember that I talked to her through her brother in her final days and managed to make her smile, something her brother told me she hadn’t done for weeks. Crying typing this. Yeah. Fuck yeah I’d bring her back and let her live her life. Fuck Cancer.

15) Which fictional Universe would you go into?

Star Trek. No need for money, could sit at a cafe and write all day. Great.

16) Where would you go if the world ended?

Hell. Oh wait that’s not what you were asking. Er...... nowhere. No point if it’s all gone is there? I’d stay here and still be a loner. Wow..... fun goat answers.

17) What’s you alignment?

Chaotic Neutral.

18) Lovecraft or Shelly?

Er....... as much as I love Cosmic Horror Mary Shelly was one of the most badass goths there has been. Plus the whole creating the sci-fi genre as a fuck you to Lord Byron. She is amazing and doesn’t get enough respect.

19) What’s the weirdest food you have eaten?

Sea Urchin or deep fried shrimp heads not sure which I think was weirder.

20) How do you want to die?

Die? I’m immortal. Or is that immoral? One of those.

21) Who is your least favorite character to write?

Probably The Professor since he’s a homophobic bigot who killed his own son’s boyfriend (Though he claims that was merely an accidental oversight of his grander plan) since he is not a very nice character at all. Makes my skin crawl.

22) What’s your favourite fairy tale?

Can’t say that I really have one. None of them resonate anymore, neither the grimdark originals or the fluffed up modern takes. I do however enjoy the book Dragon’s Bait by VIvian Vande Velde which is about a 15yr old girl who is put out as a sacrifice to a Dragon and ends up allying with the dragon and seeking revenge.

One more set. Almost there with the goat interrogation.

23) When did you know you wanted to be a writer?

Probably in University where I started writing a little something called “Space Gerbils” and was sending it out via email to about a dozen internet friends. They were hooked, I thought it was garbage but voila! The spark ignited. Heavily got into tabletop RPGs at the same time so that probably helped my desire for storytelling.

24) What book/Book series have you always meant to read but have not yet?

The Long Earth series by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter. I have a boxed set of them all but I just haven’t cracked the cover yet.

25) Who’s you favourite writer? 

Published? Either Sir Terry Pratchett or Eoin Colfer. But a special shoutout goes to @yuutfa for Caster. They are a wonderful storyteller and got many an emotion from me while I was reading an early draft.

26) What was your favourite book as a child?

It is one that sits on my shelf this very moment. It is called “Science Fantasy Stories” and is a collection of short stories that I read many times over as a child, back when I would consume a book a day almost.

27) Favorite music to work to?

Soundcloud generally has my back but it does sometimes throw up the odd track that makes me question if its algorithm has developed some sort of twisted intelligence Black Mirror style.

28) Hogwarts House?

Ah..... this question. I’ve read the books, saw a couple of the movies (Did not like the movies) and enjoyed every step of the way. I bought my first Harry Potter books when they were selling the first 3 as a set so I jumped in to see what the fuss was about. Never once have I thought about what House I would be in. Never. So Imma gonna say Slytherin.

29) Hobbies?

Writing?? Generally I play vidja games. Current faves being Monster Hunter World (PC), Endless Legend (PC) and Crash team racing nitro fueled (PS4) and I also daydream scenes with my characters in them. Trying to get back into reading regularly again.

30) Where do you draw Inspiration from?

Everywhere I guess. From random conversations to ideas had after playing games, watching TV or reading books. Sometimes I’m not sure where the inspiration comes from but I am just trying to let myself go at those moments, run with it. Who cares if The Simpsons already did it? Truly new ideas aren’t new anyway. (Except maybe for theoretical physics, that shit is bananas) I mean one of my characters basically declared themselves to be a God (At least in my head) after I read an article on Retrocausality. Inspiration can come from anywhere. Use it!

31) What do you consider your aesthetic to be?

Look I can barely spell that word you want me to have one as well?

32) Favorite mythology?

Favorite mythology of AJ the Satyr................

33) What do you think influences your work the most?

My co author?? But seriously working things out with them has been very helpful but also there’s this little writing discord that I’m part of that is really welcoming and a great source of inspiration and ideas. But all in all I think Neil Gaiman influences me the most when he answered a question about how he does it. He told the person asking that you just write everything down that happens in the first draft and then when you go back and rewrite you make it look like you knew what you were doing all along.

Right. One Goat, 33 Questions. And I won! Not tagging anyone else but I want this to get me going on these tag games. I can’t just hide in the dark corners of Tumblr anymore. I must face the light! Has @notanotherhour done this yet??

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