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lovelysho · 3 years

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Mmmm, That’s What I Like.

the run down: happy fuck an aot boy friday !! :p click under the cut for some nsfw links along with some spicy drabbles of the guys.

warnings: smut, minors do NOT interact. other’s will be before each individual vid.

characters: eren jaeger, jean kirstein, armin arlert, connie springer, levi ackerman, and fem bodied reader.

tw: squirting

— eren jaeger is a passionate man. so, expect nothing less when it comes to you, his girl. he likes to seat you in front of him. use one hand to rub along your breasts, teasing them, while the other pumps a digit in and out of your tight cunt. deft fingers taking the time to rub against your clit. and it’s not long before you’re squirting all over his palm while he trails wet kisses along your neck; and sloppy smooches against your lips, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

— eren may be sweet on you at the best of times. but where there’s passion there’s bound to be a little roughness. he hates when you’ve been begging all day for him to stuff you with his cock. how you just won’t leave him alone while he’s playing the game with the guys. as much as it may annoy him, he likes it when he does finally snap — because now you’re bouncing up and down on his dick. your ass slapping harshly against his with your moans sounding well into his headset, but he doesn’t care. not when your wet cunt has a vice like grip on him. not when you’re eventually gonna milk him for all he’s worth — because soon enough he’s dropped the remote entirely, just to fuck you from behind while he gets a view of that nice ass.

— jean kirstein loves those chill days. The ones where you’ve both stayed in all day doing your morning routine, watching movies, cooking dinner, and eating snacks. Those chill days where he can sit back in the calmness of your apartment, rubbing at your wet pussy as you run a hand up and down his shaft. Just gazing into each other’s eyes as you take the time to feel each other up.

— jean really likes it up close and personal. He’s just so hands on that he doesn’t even need to feel himself sheathed inside you in order to cum. Your lovely pussy rubbing against his member is more than enough. He likes you facing him, that way he can see your entire body — everything he loves about you in all its essence. That added onto your wet softness gliding gracefully along his? He’s cumming on the spot, and you’re no different, twitching from the underside of his tip rubbing your pearl. Fighting to stay in one spot because the sensation is just that amazing.

tw: creampie. cum, and lots of it.

— armin arlert likes to fuck his seed into you, filling you to the hilt with it. He’s breathing hard and panting heavy because he just can’t control himself. It’s been a long time since he’d fucked into his hand. He was your best friend, and it was a hang out turned fuck session. but that’s okay. the little utterances of “Cum in my pussy please,” that fall from your lips are more than enough to have him doing just that.

tw: oral, f receiving

— armin also likes to eat you out. Now this isn’t the way he’d phrase it. He’s a sensual man. He likes to run his mouth along your clothed pussy. Right before he moves the fabric to the side to get to the real treat. Likes to spread your folds with his pretty fingers, and run his soft tongue along your slit — real nice and slow. He likes the way you gasp when the warm muscle makes contact against you. Likes to focus all his lapping on your sensitive clit over and over. Overall, he’s a man who likes to take his time. That just makes it all the more worthwhile when you’re cumming on his tongue in due time.

tw: daddy, spanking

— Now you wouldn’t think it but connie springer loves to be called daddy. There’s times where you’re just looking so damn good. Whether you be out for a quick run to the grocery, to the mall, or over a friends. He just has to fuck you in the back seat of his car. Spanking and taunting you as you call him daddy — because what had started off as a joke, quickly turned into something he couldn’t live without. Loving the way you sounded so needy as the word slipped past your lips, completely directed at him.

tw: dildo, toys.

— connie loves dicking you down. Believe me, he does. But he likes to watch that pretty pussy fall apart at the hands of something else. Likes the way your hole clenches around it as you squirm from his fervent pumping of it in and out of you. Likes to play with your tits while you struggle to take fake dick. And it’s so amusing because all he can do is picture his cock instead, and can’t wait to make you cum with the toy so the real thing can quickly take its place.

— levi ackerman is a business man. He doesn’t play about his job and nor does he play about his pussy. When he comes home after a tiresome day at work, his favorite thing to do is hear your voice while you cum; and loves for you to sit right between his legs as you do so — because he always did say ‘god you look so fucking pretty when you cum for me.’

tw: spanking

— If there’s one thing levi is, it’s a simp for you — his princess. He might tousle you around (not that it’s anything you don’t like), but he loves the feel of your body on top of his. You moving your hips back and forth, up and down has him feeling like the luckiest man on the planet. You’ll ride his cock like he told you to, yeah? Gonna get yourself off? You’re Gonna be a good girl for him, right?

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writinginthesecrettrees · 3 years

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On Camera

a fic for @writethelifeyouwant about Sam. On camera.

I think it ended up a bit over 500 words. Sorry not sorry.

Sam looks around nervously, a final check that everything’s in place. Bed made, door locked, roommate out for the next few hours, lights adjusted the way the studio told him to. Lube and a “realistic” dildo in easy reach, and he’s wearing loose gray sweatpants and a Stanford-red hoodie.

Tripod with camera aimed at the pool of light on the bed, and he wishes he could keep his face out but the studio pays more if they can see his face, his reactions, and he’s more than a little desperate since discovering that his scholarship doesn’t cover books or meal plan and he needs cash fast. Luckily there’s a market for pretty boys in financial need, he doesn’t even need to let someone else touch him and the studio loved his jack-off video.

This’ll pay more.

Deep breath. He hits “record” and moves around to sit on the bed.

“Hey, so uh… I’m Sam, and you all liked my first vid so much, I’m making another. And it’d really help me out if you could leave a comment about what else you’d like to see from me.” He scrubs his hands on his sweatpants, laughs a little. “I’m still a bit nervous, so any encouragement you all could give would be… yeah.”

The studio told him not to worry about music or anything, they’d add some when they edited the video he’s sending them, but he can’t help wishing he could have something playing. Anything to get his mind off the camera in front of him and the blinking red light. He knows his cheeks are flushed red from embarrassment, but the studio loved that. “Ya look all innocent and shy... that gets lots of subscribers. Keep it up!”

He rubs the back of his neck, glances up at the camera, and feels himself blush harder. The problem is he’s just not in the mood, but if he doesn’t drop this tape in the mail today, he’s gonna start really falling behind on his classes. And maybe he shouldn’t, because that’s what got him into this new line of work in the first place, but he can’t break a habit of a lifetime, so he closes his eyes and thinks what would dean do.

Tries not to feel shame as he pictures Dean in his position and his dick starts to take interest immediately. He strokes it lightly, teasing through soft cotton, enough so it plumps up to tent the fabric before sliding his hands up his chest, rubbing at his nipples until they stiffen.

what would dean do

Sam opens his eyes, grins at the camera. “Think I should take it off?” He pulls the zipper of his hoodie down a couple inches, bites his lip, drags it further until the N and F are separated. That’s enough to trail his hand up between his pecs, up his throat, pushing his head back as he draws his fingers up over his chin to tease at his lips. Pretends it’s someone else’s hand (pretends it’s dean’s) as he sucks the tip of his index finger in and moans softly. He brings his free hand up to squeeze his pec, and blushes again. It’s not a tit, but he’s been touching himself the way Dean touches girls for so long he’s not sure he can get off without it.

Slowly, he pulls his finger out of his mouth, makes it pop loudly before tugging the zipper down completely and shrugging out of the sleeves. “You’ve got a great bod, kid, let us get a good look,” the studio said, so he pauses there, flexing his muscles, running his hands over his abs and gasping as he tickles his own sides. Goes back to his chest to squeeze and tweak his nipple, pinches one hard and gives it a little twist that makes him gasp. His eyelids are heavy as he looks into the camera again.

“I like when it hurts, just a little.” He barely recognizes the husky voice as he confides in the camera. In the thousands, maybe millions of faceless men who are going to watch this. Sam lets his eyes fall shut and pictures Dean standing there. “Wish you could touch me.”

what would dean do

Sam lets his hands fall, caresses his dick through his sweatpants with a groan. “Ready for more?” He falls back onto the bed, lifts his hips to slide his sweatpants off his hips, scoots back as his cock springs free of the waistband to thump against his belly. It’s hard and heavy, aching for attention but he avoids touching it. Frames it in his hands as he kicks his sweatpants off to the floor, pressing on the base with his thumbs to make it stand straight in the air. “Big, huh?” is not false bragging. He knows what average is, in real life and in porn, knows that he’s larger than most. Knows that he looks even bigger shaved bare, like the studio instructed. “Too bad it’s wasted on me.”

He pulls a leg up, raising his ass a bit higher, feels the tension in his abs as he reaches around his thigh to grab a cheek. Spreads himself wide, shows his hole to the camera. “What I really like… I like playing with this.” He braces himself on one elbow, reaches further, and rubs just the tips of two fingers over his hole, dry. His dick twitches, precum beading at the tip and smearing on his skin. Sam presses lightly, then harder, gets a finger in halfway to the first joint. A quick glance over his shoulder and he’s able to stretch his arm back to the bottle of lube on his nightstand. He flicks the lid open with his thumb and drizzles slick over his fingers and hole, hissing slightly at the chill.

The lube makes everything slippery, lets his first finger sink in completely and he’s got a second shoved in with a happy sigh before he remembers what the studio said. “Go slow, make ‘em wait for it.” He pulls his fingers halfway out, shoves them back in, starts slowly fucking himself and crooks his fingers up to hit his prostate. His dick leaks out more precum, a steady drip like a string of drool from where the head bobs in the air to his belly. His hips jerk, fucking back at his fingers and he bites his lip.

“Could come like this, but you’re here for something else, right?” Sam pants, pulling his eyes back to the camera. He doesn’t stop fingerfucking his ass, feeling the soft heat clenching around his knuckles, just adds another finger and moans at the stretch. “Betcha wanna see me take… something… a bit bigger.”

He presses his fingers tight into his hole, rubs against his prostate and moans as he reaches his other hand out, grabs the dildo standing on the stand. It’s as long as he is, thick as his wrist, and he doesn’t think about how he’d picked it for its resemblance to Dean as he brings it to his lips. The position isn’t the most comfortable, but his tests showed him that it gets his face in frame without losing his ass, lets the audience see him wrap his lips around the thick mushroom head of his dildo while his fingers continue to thrust and stretch in his hole. The chemical taste of the fake dick is familiar, hours of practice for his own sake and he’d never planned to show off on camera but it is what it is. Slowly, carefully, he pushes the dildo into his mouth, opening his throat for it, doesn’t stop until the balls are pressed against his chin and he’s gagging on the length down his throat.

When he pulls it out, it’s glistening with spit. He’s gasping for air and his eyes won’t focus. His lips feel swollen when he licks them, tries to speak and has to cough to clear his throat. “Need it now,” Sam manages to say, and he pulls his fingers out of his hole, teases around the rim with the cock. “Need you so much…”

Sam struggles to relax as he pushes the head against his hole, pushes out against it, gasps and pants and whines until it finally pops through the ring of muscle, then lays there, clenching around the shaft until the burn of toothicktoomuch subsides. He fumbles for the lube, finds the bottle in the rumpled blankets where he dropped it, drips more slick onto the dildo and pushes it in farther. His back arches as he gets the toy deeper, each fraction of an inch a struggle. It’s his first time fucking himself with anything other than fingers and he’s almost sobbing with the pleasurepain of it, tears streaming down his cheeks. “De…”

did i say that out loud?

It doesn’t matter. He’s got the whole of it inside him, filling him more than he’s ever been, and he wants more. Wants to feel weight on top of him, pressing him into the mattress, wants someone else pulling the thick shaft out and thrusting it back in, wants to feel hips pressing into his, swiveling the way he used to see Dean swivel in girls. All he’s got is his hand and a heavy chunk of silicone, so he gets a good grasp on the balls and starts thrusting and grinding the dick into him.

what would dean do

He wraps his other hand around his own cock, squeezing tight at the base, stroking himself roughly in time to the thrusts. His hips jerk back onto the dildo and forward into his fist and he throws his head back, bites back a howl and turns it into a long, low moan. It’s hard to keep a rhythm and he gives up on that, focuses on the feel of being stretched wide and stuffed, grinds back to try and get it just a little deeper, and his vision goes white as he comes harder than he ever has, spattering up his chest and he feels a few drops land on his chin before he collapses, boneless, on the bed.

Sam takes several tries to roll over, pushing himself up on his elbows and knees, but he finally gets in the studio-requested position and lets the dildo slide slowly out of his slicked-up ass, lets the camera linger on his gaping, puffy hole for a long minute before standing up with a groan, walking on shaky legs to turn off the camera. He pulls out the tape before he can chicken out, shoves it in the pre-addressed envelope and wipes himself off before getting dressed and heading out to drop the envelope in the mail, and he resolutely doesn’t think about it as he heads back to the showers to scrub himself clean.

Dean pulls the package out of the PO box and tries to pretend he’s doing this for noble reasons as he shoves $5k of pool hustling and poker cash in an envelope to mail to Stanford. Tries to pretend he’s gonna destroy the tape without watching it, tries to ignore the fact that the last tape was worn out from watching it before he finally broke it in pieces and burned it by the side of the road.

But if Sammy’s desperate enough for money that he’s willing to do this, Dean’s gonna make damn sure no one sees what’s supposed to be his. And if he does watch the videos Sam sends “the studio” a few times (a few hundred times) before getting rid of them, well… Dean figures he’s paid good money for these, and it’d be a shame to waste it.

#thefabulous500 #wincest #prewincest #pining!sam #pining!dean #🍋#very very lemon

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1kook · 4 years

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jungkook + pure female pleasure

no joke that was deadass the title of the pornhub vid that inspired this tags: smut, domestic if u squint, handjob (f-receiving), a lil tit grabbin wc: not even 2k lol notes: why do all my ideas come to fruition at 1 am also this is one of many Jungkook fics I’ve started in the past week many of which will never see the light of day <3 god bless x2 bc its not proofread

Realistically, Jungkook knows you don’t mean to entice him the way you do. You just loved being in his general vicinity, loved being drowned in his affection, being the sole object of his attention. And he knows it’s the long, busy week you both had that’s making you like this tonight, extra cuddly and extra sweet to him. He’d almost died when you opened the door to your apartment, so soft and warm in one of his big t-shirts and a pair of shorts so little your ass fell out.

He was whipped, anyone could tell you as much, but Jungkook didn’t care. Sure, he’d been deeply connected with other women before, but the way you made him feel, the comfort and adoration you’ve brought him in only the past six months of dating, was surreal. He knows now, all those other relationships he’d been in? Those flings and short-lived romances? Child’s play compared to the sheer amount of love you drowned him in.

Which is why he feels bad when he tells you he can’t tonight, right after your fingers toy with the waistband of his joggers—he came here straight after the gym, smelly and stinky and gross, because if he had stopped at his home, he’d most likely lose the energy to come see you tonight, and after the week you’ve had he couldn’t do that to you—and your lips trail across his neck. He’d felt terrible, watching the tiny pout on your lips as you registered his confession, and even worse when you smoothed it over and assured him all was right so long as he was here beside you.

It’s been twenty minutes now, and Jungkook was out of it. Was it the guilt from not being able to please you? You, who had done everything in your power to grant Jungkook the happiest six months of his life thus far. Guilt... or shame that he was so tired he couldn’t please you, his literal goddess. He wasn’t sure, and between being caught up in those thoughts, and balancing the bowl of popcorn on his lap, his brain can’t keep up. The popcorn tumbles over after a particularly jerky movement from him, the buttery food toppling onto your lap where it immediately sets into your tiny shorts.

“Jungkook!” You gasp in surprise, hopping to your feet to brush the oil away quickly. He sputters into action, rounding up the sullied popcorn bits and dumping them back into the bowl—it had no use now anyway. “Ah,” you say, when the chaos dies over and you’re left greasy from the food. “I’m gonna go get changed real quick, okay?”

“Wait—I’m sorry,” he sighs, catching your wrist in his hand. You pause, regarding him with curious eyes as you watch him slump over in his seat. “I’m fucking up real bad tonight, aren’t I?”

You plop down beside him, and Jungkook feels even worse seeing how sleek your thighs are with popcorn oil. “You’ve done nothing wrong, baby,” you assure him, brushing a hand down the nape of his neck. He relaxes into the touch. “Well, you did waste all that popcorn and get me dirty, but!” He rolls his eyes, obsesses over the quirk of your smile a little too much to be normal. “Nothing my little Rumba and a shower won’t fix.”

He groans as he leans back into the couch, and you chuckle at his dramatics. You shift, and his eyes flicker down to your legs again. “Take these off,” he huffs, doesn’t realize the implications of his words until you’re kneeling beside him in a little black thong. He folds your shorts around, figures if they’re dirty they might as well get dirtier as he wipes your thighs with the cotton.

“My hero,” you tease, wiggle your shoulders at him, and that’s when it hits him.

He gives your body a brief once over, doesn’t miss the way your thighs shift about the longer he stares at you. A lightbulb goes off somewhere, and he’s tossing your shorts to the ground, tugging you into his lap. “Baby,” you laugh, body pliant against his palms as he shifts you about. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Jungkook presses a kiss to your mouth, and part of him revels in the way your lips drop open so easily for him, a tiny exhale escaping you as he pecks your lips a couple more times. “Come here,” he says, ignoring your question as he spreads his legs wide, maneuvering you to sit in the open space between with your legs thrown over one leg, upper body thrown over the other.

“Jungkook,” you warn once the realization hits you, but he shushes you by ducking down and pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Let me take care of you, doll,” he murmurs, grabs the knee closest to him in one hand, slowly trailing his palm across the meat of your thighs.

You say no more as you melt into his hold, and part of Jungkook is happy to see that he has the same effect on you as you do on him. He massages your inner thigh a little more, let’s his fingers barely brush against the fabric of your thong. “So good to me,” he says, and the noise from the tv fades away as his ears hone in on the shaky exhales leaving your throat.

Your lower lip trembles when he makes eye contact with you, awaiting his first move. When he finally does run his palm over your mound, your hips arch deliciously into the air. “Woah, woah,” he chuckles, pressing his other hand down against your hip to hold you down, though it eventually let’s go in favor of smoothing over your stomach and ribs.

“Jungkook,” you huff, and he hums, pressing his thumb down over your bud. “J-Jungkook!” You gasp, hips swiveling at the sudden contact. He shushes you, rubs his thumb in circles as you continue to twitch and wiggle about.

You were so sensitive, and he was so in love.

“So pretty,” he tells you, stretching his fingers down to rub over your clothed folds. You moan, and your ability to stay still slowly begins to wither away as he presses harder and harder into you. “Just wanna fuck your pretty little brains out,” he admits,

Your back arches, and his big t-shirt slides down (up?) your body, pooling just before the swell of your breasts. He knew you weren’t wearing a bra, had felt your soft chest when you’d hugged him at the door. He pushes your shirt out of the way, massaging your boobs. You cry out at the sensation, hips circling up into his palm.

“More, more,” you whine, legs and arms stretching out wildly the faster he rubs his thumb over your clit. But it’s not enough, Jungkook Can tell by the way your brow furrows and the way you press his hand tighter against your breast.

“Take these off for me, doll,” he encourages, tugging at the hem of your thong and watches the way it rolls into itself the further down it goes, until you’re kicking it off your ankle with no consideration. He knocks your knees apart, can’t help but salivate at the glistening folds that present themselves to him.

“So wet, and tight,” he mumbles, dives his finger down just barely between your folds. You squeal, bucking into his palm. “And so, so responsive.”

“Please, just touch… touch me,” you cry out, grinding into his palm.

“Don’t worry your pretty head off, sweetheart,” Jungkook assures you, slides the point of his middle finger past your folds and into your core. You’re tighter than he remembers, but so warm and inviting. “Wanna make you cum and cum, until you’re shaking,” he says, and though he’s become so riled up by seeing you like this, his heart still flutters when you grab onto his shoulder, the fabric of his shirt bunched between your clenched fist.

Without the presence of that skimpy thing, there’s nothing that stops him from pressing his thumb against your clit. You positively mewl at the touch, your leg sporadically kicking out, sending a throw pillow tumbling off the couch.

“Oh—oh!” You weep, hands desperate to hold anything, anything, and they find their place wrapped around his bicep and grappling onto the side of the couch cushion. Jungkook basks in your reactions, reaches both hands down to rub against your dripping pussy. Every touch of his fingers to your most sensitive parts riles you up more and more, hips bucking into his palm, only to jerk away right after.

“Keep still,” Jungkook coos, smooths a palm over your stomach to push you down again. You moan, the simple touch sending tingles down your spine. And when you squirm about again and end up with a foot dangling off the side of the couch, face so close and overwhelmed, Jungkook can’t help but slot his mouth against yours for the briefest of moments.

It’s apparently the wrong thing to do, because when he pulls away, you're nearly sobbing and desperate for more. “Jungkookie, ther—there!!” You shriek, use the foot on the ground to push your hips up into his palm.

He lets you, mostly because it’s usually Jungkook desperate and horny for you, so to see you quivering and sobbing on his lap, pussy spread out for him to toy with, it boosts something inside of him. He gives your clit another few rubs, swallows the loud moan that threatens to escape, before trailing his hand further down your center.

“No, no,” you cry, looking at Jungkook with watery eyes. Your skin is so warm, every inch soft under his roaming palms. “I’ll cum, Jungkook, I-I’ll com—“

He silences you with another kiss, and for someone who loves you so much, he absolutely adores the way your lips tremble against his, the more distraught you become. “That’s the plan, doll,” he huffs out a quiet chuckle, smiles down at you as your face twists in pleasure.

“Koo—Kook!” You sob, hips bucking wildly into his palm, and Jungkook doesn’t even try to hold you down anymore, let’s you squirm and flail about as you chase your high. His fingers don’t slow either, rubbing against your glistening folds and your clit, until you’re sobbing his name some more.

“Come on, pretty baby,” he croons, reaching down to massage your breasts again. You cry out, flailing wildly. Your back arches so prettily, Jungkook thinks you could have been a renaissance statue, and you come.

“J-Jungkook,” you weep, body releasing a tiny series of twitches as your pleasure washes over you, and you cum all over his hand. He tries his best to keep it from staining your couch, but you come so much that he can barely push it back into you. “Jungkookie,” you whisper a second time, when the waves are beginning to slow and his fingers become too much.

He rushed to reassure you he’s still there, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Right here, baby,” he murmurs, kissing down your face until he’s sucking against the soft spot behind your ear.

“Fuck,” you murmur, limbs still loose and weak against him.

He hums, pumps his fingers into you one last time, much to your surprise, because he loved the slick feeling of your warm heat enveloping him. “Feel good?” He asks, and you release another pitiful whine when his fingers curl inside of you. He muffles a smile against your jaw.

“Uh huh,” you groan, hips twitching again. You clench around his digits, and Jungkook wonders just how many more times he can unravel you tonight.

#jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #goldenclosetnet #jjk smut #jeon jeongguk smut #bts smut #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #mine #ksmutclub #jungkook drabble #jjkd

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scottybrock · 4 years

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Birthday Boy - Colby Brock

A/N: Requested by a few lovely anons: “Okay did you see sams video that surprise party for Colby made me soft 😭 can you do something for that and like the readers message for Colby” + “Can you do one where the reader is throwing the surprise party for Colby and he thinks she forgot his birthday also ily and missed youuuu” + “In honor of Sams vid. Can you do one where you are Colbys girlfriend who has to make up a lame excuse as to why you cant celebrate his birthday so he purposely thinks of ways to keep you around since no one in the friend group seems free to hang.”

Colby was grumpy.

First, he woke up without you by his side this morning. Normally, that would be a minor annoyance; sometimes you woke up earlier than him, and you were kind enough to let him sleep in later. It was one of the things he loved about you- you always thought about him, and what would benefit him. However, today, it was a major annoyance. He woke up without you by his side, on his birthday. He didn’t want to be presumptuous, but he thought that morning sex with the love of his life (you) would be the first activity of the day.

But you weren’t there. The space on the bed next to him was cold, almost as if you’d been up for hours before him. He frowned to himself, his brows furrowing. Colby reached out for his phone, his frown deepening when there was no message from you. He had messages from everyone in the friend group- but nothing from you, which was another oddity.

Finally, he forced himself out of the bed. Maybe you were just chilling in the living room- and maybe, you’d be up for a little morning sex. However, his frown remained on his face. You were nowhere to be seen. Your purse was gone, signifying that you weren’t anywhere in the apartment, much to his dismay.

Colby let out a soft whine. He just wanted you; not even in just a sexual way. He wanted you to hold him, to kiss him. He was sleepy and he just wanted some cuddles. He wanted to feel you against him, knowing that you were right there beside him, where you always were. You hadn’t even left a note. He let out a sniffle, wiping at his eyes. Colby rolled his eyes at himself. He was just being sensitive- you’d be back soon, and everything would be okay.

A few hours later, Colby found himself curled up on the couch. The television was on, but his attention was focused on the door. Where were you? Why weren’t you home yet? Why didn’t you even text him, telling him happy birthday? Did you forget? His heart was aching in his chest. He didn’t even care if you forgot- he just wanted you back with him.

The door flew open, and you tumbled in, breathless. Your eyes sparkled and a grin toyed at the corners of your lips. You toed your shoes off and flung your purse back onto the kitchen counter. You crept back into the bedroom, not even sparing Colby a second look. Colby stood up, following you uncertainly. “Baby?” He called, wandering into the bedroom.

You were sprawled out on the bed, scrolling through your phone. You lifted your head up slightly to smile at him, then dropped your head back down onto the pillow. “Oh, hey!” You greeted him cheerily. Colby’s lips pursed into a pout, and he dropped onto the beside next to you. “Where have you been all day?” You shrugged, looking unconcerned. “Just out and about,” You replied. Your gaze dropped back down to your phone and you turned away from him.

Colby was befuddled. “It’s a pretty special day,” He told you. You raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. “Is it?” You replied. “It’s just a Thursday, babe.” Colby’s face fell, and he looked wounded. “It’s-” He began, but you cut him off, swinging your legs off the side of the bed. “I’m heading out to meet Katrina for dinner,” You told him, never glancing up from your phone.

Colby’s lower lip wobbled, and he bit it, hard to keep it from shaking. “Why don’t you just invite her-” Colby began, his hands shaking slightly. He’d tried to make plans with the friend group, but no one replied to his text. It was turning out to be the worst birthday of his entire fucking life. You shook your head dismissively. “Don’t wait up, babe!” You told him, hurrying out of the bedroom.

He heard the door shut a few seconds later, and it was only then, when he allowed the first tear to trickle down his cheek. You really forgot his birthday. You really, really forgot about his birthday. Colby pulled a pillow close to his chest and closed his eyes. He wanted nothing more than for the day to be over already.

You hurried to Sam’s place. “I feel so bad,” You wailed as soon as the door shut. Sam raised an eyebrow at you, smirking. “You’re throwing him a surprise party,” The blonde told you. You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “I’ve been ignoring him all day, and when I left, I’m pretty sure he was near tears,” You replied. Sam shrugged, looking guilty as well. “No one replied to his text in the group chat,” Sam told you. He bit his lip. “He probably thinks that we all forgot about his birthday.”

You let out a distressed whine, tugging at your hair. “Can we push the time up?” You begged. The apartment was already decorated. Sam nodded, looking just as distressed as you. “I’ll text everyone to come over now.” Sam replied.

Soon enough, Sam’s apartment was filled with the friend group, plus Brennen, much to your distaste. Jake called Colby, telling the brunette to come over, so they could plan what to do for Colby’s birthday tonight. Your boyfriend seemed significantly happier when he told Jake that he’d be over in a few seconds.

You hid behind the counter, beaming. Colby knocked on the door. When there was no answer, he cautiously opened it, his bright blue eyes wide. “SURPRISE!” You shouted along with the rest of the group. Colby’s eyes fell on you, a wide grin stretching across his face. His expression was one of elation mingled with relief. He playfully closed the door in response, earning him loud shouts of protests.

He opened the door once again, his eyes still glued on your beaming face. Sam walked up to him, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “You’ve got a keeper,” Sam told his best friend. “This was all your girl, I just provided the place.” Colby’s expression brightened even further. “She planned this whole thing?” Colby asked, his voice giddy with happiness. Sam nodded, then smirked knowingly. “She felt so bad for being so stand-offish today.” Sam grinned. “But she knew that if she spent all day with you, she’d end up spilling the beans about the surprise party.”

Colby was only half-listening. You were standing in front of him, your smile wide and beautiful. “Happy Birthday, baby,” You cooed, throwing your arms around him. He caught you in his arms, his grin just as wide as yours. “You did all of this for me?” Colby asked, his bright blue eyes scanning your face. Your smile grew impossibly wider. “And there’s more to come,” You teased, batting your eyelashes at him. Colby’s grin seemed to take up his entire face. “I can’t wait,” He winked.

A few hours later, the group was perched in different spots in the living room, their gazes similarly focused on the television screen. Sam’s part of the video had just finished, and Colby had a feeling that you saved the best for last.

“Hi baby,” Your voice was soft, and you gazed into the camera adoringly, as if it were Colby. “Happy birthday. I just wanted to say thank you for being the best boyfriend in the whole wide world. You make me smile on days where it doesn’t feel possible, and you cheer the loudest when I succeed,”

You beamed at the camera, your eyes twinkling. “Not only that, you help me back to my feet when I fall. You’re the best person I know, and you’ve got the most beautiful soul I’ve ever experienced in a person. I fall in love with you more and more every day. You have my heart, and I want you to keep it forever.” Colby subtly wiped away a tear that leaked out of the corner of one of his eyes. You smiled softly at the camera, your eyes filled with adoration and love. “By the way,” You giggled on the screen. Colby’s heart fluttered at the sound. “I love you.”

Colby leapt up from his spot, pulling you into his arms. You snuggled closer to him, much to his delight. You tilted your head back to look into his eyes. They were your favorite shade of blue, deep and hypnotizing. His lips were curled into a wobbly smile as he fought back his emotions. “I love you so much,” Colby breathed. Your lips curled up in response. “And I love you.” You replied.

Colby’s lips were against yours, soft and sweet, but hungry and wanting. The cheers of your friends faded into the background as Colby pulled you closer, his lips never straying from yours.

This was the best birthday of his fucking life.

#sam and colby #cole robert brock #colby brock #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock x reader #xplr #traphouse #sam golbach

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zmediaoutlet · 4 years

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in support of Black Lives Matter, @winchestersinthedrift donated $50, and requested Amos/Alex, panty!kink. Thank you for donating!

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It starts with them getting drunk. Well. No. Alex tries to be honest with himself. It starts with Holden, being an absolute dumbshit, and logging that distress call, and getting their whole crew killed and sending them off on this damn-fool goosechase across the solar system.

“If that’s how far you’re going back,” Amos says, “then you should blame whoever attacked the ship in the first place.”

“Oh, I do,” Alex says. He slumps further into the booth, gets his boots braced on the opposite side. Amos looks at his feet, looks back up with raised eyebrows. “I blame everybody. Mars for shooting us up. The United Nations for starting the cold war. You.”

“What did I do?” Amos says.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.” Amos stares at him, that flat calm stare that usually precedes some kind of ass-whooping, but Alex shrugs him off, looks at his glass. Empty. He puts two and two together. “I’m drunk.”

“You’re not that drunk.” Amos nods at a guy practically falling asleep against the high-top next to their booth. “He’s drunk. And he’s going to get mugged by--” he nods just behind Alex’s field of vision “--that chick. Probably in the next fifteen minutes.”

Alex could look but it seems like a lot of work. “You’re the expert, huh,” he says, and Amos shrugs. “You know, we spent--how many months, on the Canterbury? Working together. And I don’t think I learned two things about you, and now I know all sorts. Grew up in a brothel. Kind to whores. Who knew.”

Amos finishes his beer, places it down on the table very precisely back into the ring of condensation it made. “Whores are good people,” he says, and it’s in that Amos way where Alex knows if you disagree you might get a punch that rocks your head. “You should be kind to good people.”

“That what you should do,” Alex says, and he kinda means to say it as a question but he loses it, halfway. He scrunches his eyes closed, shakes his head. He’s not that drunk but he is fuzzy, and talking about his wife earlier--he pushes off the edge of Amos’s seat, struggles upright. They should probably go back--but then no. They’re mad at Holden. They should--get some sleep. But then-- “I don’t want to sleep.” He opens his eyes, and Amos is looking at him. Looks thoughtful.

“Me either,” Amos says. Another whore brushes up near them--a woman this time, hair some violent unnatural shade of red. Thin, like Belters are, and a watchful look in her eye. She smiles, inviting, and Amos looks at Alex for a few more seconds before he tips his head up at her. “Hey. We’re not buying, but we’re gonna want a private room. You guys got an entertainment suite?”

Suite means, in this case, a lounge with not enough light, and couches clearly built with sex in mind, and storage at the back with things Alex isn’t sure he wants to picture. “This standard?” he says, holding onto a pole that goes floor-to-ceiling with a crooked arm, and Amos gives him another look.

“Have you seriously never been in a whorehouse?” Amos says. He slides his hand over the back of one of the couches, inspecting. Professional, Alex guesses. “Been long enough, being on the Canterbury. I’m sure your wife wouldn’t mind.”

“Asshole,” Alex says. Amos shrugs. It does hit, somewhere in his chest. Dulled a little, by time, and booze, and being honest earlier at the bar. His wife. It has been a long time, and he wonders. She might’ve moved on. He hopes she has. He takes a few gulps of the synthetic rum, feels nothing but warm. The music from downstairs thumps up through the floor, bassy vibration coming up through his boots. “What about you, then? If you’re so happy about it. You pay for a warm bed, whenever we’re in port?”

“Not usually.” Calm, flat. Alex shakes his head. How’s the bastard always so calm. Even when he’s laying people out. Amos goes to the back of the room, red light flashing off the dull of his jumpsuit, opens up the storage. He turns a grin back on Alex. “So you’re new to this kind of thing? Want to see?”

Alex lets go of the pole, slumps down to the couch beside it. “See what,” he says, wondering more what Amos might possibly find interesting in here, and he drops his drink in the next second when a coil of plastic’s thrown his way. He cusses, laments the rum. “Asshole!” he says, again, and scrubs at the wet stain on his leg, and shoves at the plastic with his other hand. No--not plastic, some kind of--synthetic, and it uncoils and it’s-- “Is that a whip?” he says.

“Got a cat, if you’d rather,” Amos says, cheerful, and waves over his head--lord-o-mercy, a cat o’nine, like this is a pirate ship in a story. Amos drops it, hums. Sounds impressed as he says, “They’re pretty stocked.” A dildo, long and red--that, Alex knows, from gifting one to his wife first time he was going to take a long haul. She didn’t laugh. Amos pulls out a gag, then, and then a--corset? “This is a good establishment,” Amos says. “Guess Fred Johnson lets them do good work. Good to know.”

Alex is staring at the dildo dropped onto the thin rug when Amos stands up. Something white, subtly shining, in his hand. “How’s this proof of good work, again?” he says.

Amos looks at him like he’s simple. “They can afford this stuff,” he says, gesturing at the toy closet. “Means they’re not getting shaken down for bribes. Means they can treat their people right. My place--that first place, anyway--wasn’t like that.”

Alex blinks, tries to focus. Something yawning there, in the darkness behind that sentence. The first place. He grew up, Alex remembers, in places like these, and he sits up, ignores the way his head sways. Amos is sitting on the couch on the other side of the room, unlacing his boots. “Hey,” Alex says, trying. “If--I mean, it’s not my business. If you want to talk.”

Boots off, standing up. Amos frowns at him. “Why would I want to talk,” he says, and unzips his jumpsuit, and it drops lazy around his hips--and then off--and below he’s got on--a tee, sweaty cotton, and--nothing else, and Alex’s caught, staring. Amos shrugs out of the tee in a roll of muscle, stands there bare in the red light, and then turns and steps into--white--what he took out of the closet, oh, they’re--panties, soft and impractical, things Mars never bothered with, things Alex has only seen in seedy porno vids. Amos slides them on with every apparent comfort, hiding away his big dick and his nuts, and he slips his fingers along the seams and waistband, looking down. Looking pleased. “Good fit,” he says, smiling. “Man. This takes me back.”

Alex stares. It’s rude and there’s no damned way he could help it. Amos is built like an anatomy model, cut and strong, his pecs swelling and his abs tight. His ass, full and high and rising in those panties like something you only dream about, on lonely nights. “Back where?” Alex says, but Amos comes closer, utterly comfortable, and looks down at him on his couch. Alex swallows, even if his mouth’s abruptly dry. He wishes he had another drink.

“I know you’re not into the whole whore thing,” Amos says, matter-of-fact. He props his fists on his hips. This close it’s hard to look anywhere that’s not--at all of that. “We should fuck.”

Alex stares up at him. “What brings you to that conclusion?”

“You saying you don’t want to?” Amos says, and gets a fist into the open v of Alex’s uniform and drags him up to his feet in a sheer haul of muscle, strong as strong. Alex stumbles, fetches up against Amos’s bulk, and Amos--is easy, with him. A broad hand on his waist, another on his shoulder, keeping him steady. A plain calm look, right in the eyes. “I’m good at this. You’re hot. We need to blow off steam and we’ve got the night to kill. I haven’t fucked in a while. And--” he slides his hand up Alex’s shoulder, grips the side of his neck. Looks back and forth between his eyes. “I grew up in a place like this. I know.”

This close, Amos smells like--sweat. Like the whiskey and beer he was drinking, earlier. Like--something soft. Alex looks down, sees the shape of him. Big dick, and heavy nuts, and the swell of them inside the panties. “Why?” he says, trusting Amos will know what he means in that way that Amos just seems to--cut through any bullshit. Get to the heart of the matter.

“I grew up in a place like this,” Amos says, softer, and he takes Alex’s hand in his bigger one and drags his fingers down the cut of Amos’s abs, down to the low curve of his stomach, down to the satiny-soft fabric--slick, and rich, and Alex’s hand shifts like it’s on autopilot and curves down, holding the swell of Amos’s nuts in his palm, curving back, feeling the sweetness there. Swelling, in his hand, and he tips his head down, his forehead against Amos’s collarbone, squeezes gentle and feels the slick of the satin warm and tight against his hand. Hell if it ain’t the sweetest, tensest thing. He feels like a line of heat’s been spooled between the base of his neck and his own nuts, snagging him there like a caught thing. All that muscle, and strength, and the panties cutting right across it but not changing a single thing about how Amos could kill him right now, with a hand on his neck. He breathes shaky against Amos’s chest. Maybe he does know. What men want, in a place like this.

“I like to fuck,” Amos says, quiet. He squeezes the back of Alex’s neck, soft. “But you can fuck me if you want. Done it a bunch. I don’t mind either way.”

Alex slides his fingers, hooks under the seam. Feels the wiry curl of pubes, the softer skin. His mouth waters. “Either way,” he says, and lifts his chin. Amos is watching him, calmer than calm. “You leave this on. You hear?”

Amos smiles at him. A beat of quiet. “I hear,” he says, easy, and then in a surge of muscle he bears Alex back onto the couch, and Alex gives himself up to better things.

#fffb #the expanse #amos/alex #my writing #that was a tense hour becky #feel like i could for sure expand #(...pun not intended)

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spideythot · 5 years

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Got this prompt from @animefan1998-love :

tony is happily dating (18) virgin penny parker (they are dating for a year). Penny's 19th birthday came up and m.j secretly gave penny a porn vid and tells her to watch it alone. When tony was working in the lab, penny watches it and masterbate, tony came up to rest and looms for penny and watches penny.

Features: Unsafe sex (no condoms), masturbation, light spanking, NFF

Enjoy!! (And sorry it took so long 💕)

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It probably wasn’t the best idea. Tony was right downstairs - and if she asked, he’d come upstairs to be with her. She did’t want to bother him. Besides, this would be quick. Penny and Tony hadn’t really had sex yet; mostly heavy petting and long make-out sessions.

Penny stripped out of her leggings and underwear and took off her bra. She laid down with her laptop and began loading up the video MJ had sent her. Penny had never been interested in porn before, but MJ had promised this one was worth it. So she started the show and waited as it slowly picked up in action. She let her hand drop between her legs. Penny gently, slowly played with herself, dipping her fingers in between her lips, letting her arousal build. She’s sort of watching the actors on her laptop screen, but she’s mostly thinking about Tony. The man kind of looks like Tony, he’s well built but not overly muscular and has a beard. The woman looks nothing like Penny though. She’s blonde with a cup size that triples Penny’s chest - no wonder MJ liked this video. Penny closed her eyes and just listened, letting their moans work her up.

It’s been a long while since she’s masturbated. Her libido was amplified when she first became Spider-Girl, but she’d worked most of it out of her system. Now that she was dating Tony, she didn’t feel the need to get off all the time. She mostly touched herself when Tony was out of town.

Penny could imagine Tony’s hands on her, expertly rubbing and teasing her in the right places. His fingers would sink inside of her, thicker than her own but the stretch would feel amazing. She used her own fingers, two to mimic what she imagined Tony’s would be like. Penny bit back her moan with a gasp, using her other hand to grope her breast. Tony had squeezed her breasts before, during one of their make-out sessions. The whole thing fit in his hand, but he focused on teasing her nipple. God, she was so sensitive there. She’d practically creamed in her pants when he flicked them.

Penny took her hand from her hole, and rubbed at her clit, working herself closer to orgasm. She imagined Tony using his fingers, pressing them against her body, whispering all the filthy things he wanted to do to her. Penny groaned and whined, she was so close already.

The bed dipped suddenly, startling her out of his arousal haze. Penny’s eyes flew open and she started down at Tony. The man was slowly stripping out of his t-shirt. He winked at her.

“Hi...” she squeaked.

“Hi,” he replied, crawling closer on the bed. “May I?”

Tony lay between her legs. Penny nodded, raising up on her elbows to watch him. Tony held her lips apart with one hand and licked at her wet hole. Penny gasped and let her head fall back. With the flat of his tongue Tony licked long stripes over Penny’s pussy, flicking his tongue when he reach her clit. Her thighs shook with each lap. “Oh, oh, god!” She moaned, “Tony! Yes!”

Tony slipped his tongue inside her, pushing her legs apart with his shoulders. He thrust his tongue in, Really tasting her. Penny dropped to the bed, hands moving down the Tony’s head. She tangled her fingers into his hair and tugged gently. “Tony!” She whimpered. “I can’t! I’m gonna cum!”

Tony pulled back suddenly, letting Penny’s legs fall down to the bed. She whined and wiggled her hips. “Tony...”

“I’m not done with you yet,” Tony replied. He flipped Penny over and raised her hips up. Penny shook her ass at Tony and glanced at the man over her shoulder.

“Come on, Daddy,” she teased.

Tony smacked her ass twice - leaving two red handprints on her skin. Penny cried out and moaned. She rolled her hips, encouraging Tony to do more. He obliged, slapping her across the ass over and and over, listening to her yelp and whine. “You like that?” He teased.

Penny moaned and nodded against the mattress. Tony pressed a hand to Penny’s pussy and dragged his fingers between her lips. “Yeah,” he crooned, “Look at how wet you are.”

“Your fault,” she giggled.

“Sass,” Tony scolded, smacking her bum again. Penny only hummed. Tony rubbed her clit, watching her pussy drip for him. Penny’s body shivered, her thighs shaking under Tony’s fingers.

Finally Tony positioned himself behind Penny. He gripped her hips and slowly slipped his cock inside of her. Penny cried out, arching off the bed. Tony’s dick was bigger than she imagined. Sure, she’d seen it, but god, feeling it stretch her open made her wonder about her sight. Bigger than her fingers and that toy she bought herself as a joke. It was thick and it pulsed against her walls. She pushed back against Tony’s hips, his dick pushing deeper into her

“So needy,” Tony teased, thrusting slow into her heat, “Greedy too.”

“I’m not,” Penny retorted with an unconvincing mewl.

“Oh?” He replied, “You were touching yourself when I was home. Couldn’t wait for me? Or just wanted to cum before I could stop you?”

“I thought you were out!” Penny whimpered, hoping he would believe her. He only hummed, as if deeply contemplating her words. Tony reached around Penny to grope her breasts. Penny whined and pushed back against Tony’s body, attempting to create friction between them. Tony responded with short, rough thrusts, his hands moving to her hips to hold her in place. Penny moaned, flexing around Tony’s cock as he moved inside her.

“How’s it feel?” He asked, “Your first cock... better than toys?”

Penny nodded with a sigh. “Yes!” She cried, “You feel amazing, Mr. Stark!” Tony grinned, though Penny couldn’t see it. He snapped his hips with a little more force. She was hot and tight, pussy clenching around him as his dick disappeared into her. “Please!”

Tony hooked an arm under her, and lifted her up. She was pressed against his chest now, her hands gripping Tony’s thighs. Tony used his other hand, snaking it across her skin to her pussy. He used two fingers to rub her clit as he continued bucking against her. Penny’s moans lifted higher as she gasped under Tony’s touch.

“Yes, yes!” She pleaded, her whole body trembling as Tony’s fingers rubbed her with increasing pressure. “I’m gonna cum!”

Tony kissed and sucked as Penny’s neck. He felt her gush around her, pussy dripping as she reached her peak. He was just as close, finally being in Penny after so long together. His cock jumped against her velvet walls. She clenched once more, screaming as she came. With his cock, in deep, Tony grunted as he turned her insides white. Penny shuddered against his body.

Tony gently laid her back down on the bed, slipping his cock out of her in process. Penny rolled over onto her back to face him. “You are so lucky I’m on birth control,” she breathed.

Tony leaned in and kissed her. He’d already known that - and thank god for it; he loved going condom free. Penny wrapped her arms around Tony’s neck and pulled him down to the bed. “I demand cuddling,” she joked.

Tony laughed and kissed her again. “Of course,” he agreed. He laid next to her and tucked her up against his body. “So, next time you feel like masturbating to porn...”

“Just give you a call?” Penny finished. She laced their fingers together and rested her head against his shoulder. “I don’t think I need porn anyway. Not when I’ve got you.”

“You sure know how to stroke a man’s ego, doll,” Tony replied.

“That’s not all I can stroke for you,” Penny said with a wink. Her hand dragged across Tony’s hip.

He caught her wrist, but rolled his hips against her anyway. “Tease,” he scolded. Penny freed herself from Tony’s grip with a sly grin and simply kissed him.

#starker #peter x tony #female!peter #penny parker #au #nff #requests #seriously im sorry this took forever

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uzumaki-rebellion · 4 years

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“Stark’s New Intern” Chp. 9

Summary:

Erik wants to learn all he can about the vibranium he found...

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"Children of nature from another culture

Had to survive living in the light

Stolen from the center of the world

Untimely departure

Somehow survived living in the light…"

Caron Wheeler—"Livin' In The Light"

Erik held the flame from his lighter up to the smooth cool blue metal in his palm.

"You made it back!" Maria said.

Maria stood outside of his closed bedroom door.

"Yeah."

"Are you hungry, I'm going to head over to the spot for a chicken bowl."

"Nah, I'm good."

"Want me to bring you something back for later?"

"I'm good Maria."

He heard her milling around outside his door a little longer and then she left. He focused on the metal.

Vibranium.

The notes from his father's old journals could only convey the slightest bit of wonderment he imagined when he was younger. Vague memories of toying with his father's kimoyo beads and opening up a world of wonder when he activated it on his own. Slivers of images came back, images that revealed the use of vibranium in that futuristic world that his father came from. The world he was trying to get to himself.

In his hand, he held a component to deliver him justice.

The flame from the lighter didn't melt or activate anything from the metal. He could still feel the tickling irritation on his tattooed gums. The itchiness he could live with easily. Turning it over in his fingers Erik tried to figure out a way to get the vibranium into the Stark labs secretly so he could test its properties. His father's notes gave no clues as to what it could do. From what Erik could gather, it was a powerful energy source that had to be hidden. It was also an energy source that his Baba was going to use to help the diaspora and his mother.

Erik closed his eyes.

A man named Klaue betrayed his father for this metal. Ulysses Klaue.

Some of his father's notes were cryptic and also written in his own language. But there was one part of the three journals his father kept that his Uncle Bakari and grandfather had saved for him that Erik memorized by heart. Direct coordinates into Wakanda. Erik just had to find out how to use this metal to his advantage. It was the cause of his father's murder. But it would soon become the cause of Erik's rightful revenge. Against Wakanda. And Klaue.

He pocketed the metal in his pants and walked out of his room. Maria was gone and he had the apartment to himself. Making himself a pot of ramen in the kitchen, Erik thought about Stark. Was that man aware of vibranium? Tony went everywhere in the world, had access to arms dealers both legit, and Erik was pretty sure, illegitimate too. A man and his family didn't become billionaires without doing some dirt in the world. Billionaires were hoarders and they would know all the outlets to increase their selfish intake of resources. Most of their outlets were dirty. In Erik's eyes, Tony was a dirty mofo. No doubt about it. It wasn't a huge leap for Erik to assume that Tony knew who Klaue was. One thing Erik knew for sure, Klaue remained off the grid. Scant evidence existed that the man was still alive. Erik only knew that South Africa was that man's home base.

Erik went to get his laptop and sat in the living room slurping up noodles and looking up anything new he could find on vibranium. All he found were vague references to it being a rare if not fictional metal, probably a metal alloy mixture rumored to have mystical properties as a joke because of its natural glowing blue color. Small amounts were found in the arctic before World War 1 and its value was estimated to be astronomical if found in large amounts.

That explained a lot about why Wakanda looked the way it did from the glimpse he had as a child.

The fire alarm set off in the kitchen and Erik felt a strong hot vibratory shock inside of his pants pocket when he leaped up to turn off the pot of ramen he left on the stove that was now burning. He forgot to turn it off all the way. Erik shut down the alarm above the kitchen sink and when he reached inside of his pocket and pulled out the vibranium, it glowed brighter and he could feel the metal pulsing in his hand. Like a heartbeat.

Sound.

Erik turned the pot back on and let the rest of the ramen broth burn once more. The alarm gave another piercing shriek and Erik dropped the vibranium this time when the vibratory shock was too much for his fingers to handle.

He quickly moved the pot off the stove and shut down the alarm once more.

With great caution, he handled the metal again and could still feel the surge of power within it, along with the heat emanating from its brighter hue.

He smiled.

Who would've thought a burning pot of cheap noodles would help him learn an observational scientific fact?

Vibranium. The light of his father's world.

Now it was his light. And he would bring it to the Lost Tribe.

His tribe.

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Erik worked diligently at the Stark computer lab.

He completed assigned tasks on time and kept to himself mostly. Tony had been traveling for a couple of weeks and there was a noticeable difference in how the office energy changed when he was gone. It was dull. Not quite listless, but when the head man was away, the mice didn't play, they just became…boring.

Standing at his comp screen, Erik strung lines of code together to input and received a vid screen message from Devika.

"Please come to Mr. Stark's office."

No reason was given. Erik knew he hadn't fucked up anything because Janine hadn't said anything to him directly. Shutting down his work station, Erik left the lab and headed to the bank of elevators whisking other employees around.

He saw Giselle inside the elevator he picked to take him up top. She held a fresh salad encased in a plastic container.

"Hey stranger," she said making room for him along with four other people.

"W'sup?"

"Where you headed?"

"Up top."

Erik could feel ears straining to eavesdrop as always whenever he was around.

"You have lunch yet?" Giselle asked.

He glanced at his watch. It was past one. He hadn't even thought of lunch. He'd been so busy coding and trying to get access to another lab that would permit him to test the vibranium in private. That wasn't working out too well.

"I'll eat later. Gotta see what they want first."

The elevator doors swished open and Giselle stepped out.

"See ya later!" she said.

Cheery. The day must've been going well for her.

Eventually, Erik was the only person on the elevator as he made the lone journey to the executive suites.

Devika handed him a donut the moment she saw him.

"I know you skipped lunch again," she said.

Erik ate the chocolate glazed treat to be polite. He used the hand sanitizer on her desk to clean his fingers.

"What's poppin'?" he said.

"Stark wants you to ride in the service car to pick him up."

"He's back?"

"Flight arrives in ninety minutes. You need to leave now. The car is out front waiting for you."

"Why does he want me to come there?"

Devika stared at him.

"He didn't mention any reason?" Erik asked.

Devika handed him another donut. A regular glazed one this time.

"Get going," she said gently pushing him toward the exit.

"You could've just told me on the phone or in a vid chat."

"But how would you get the donuts?" she said.

He grinned and left the office.

A sleek black S.U.V. awaited Erik in front of the office and he watched the crowded L.A. traffic as the car took him to L.A.X.

Tony Stark stood at the curb looking fashionable with his roller bag. Next to him was a statuesque Black woman with short curls and abundant curves filling out a white dress that made Erik's mouth get tight for a moment.

Erik hopped out of the front passenger seat and opened up the back passenger door for Tony and the woman as the driver grabbed their bags and placed them in the trunk.

"Stevens! Meet Athena Robinson. New addition. She'll be working in your department."

"Hi," Erik said and his voice came out with such a flat affect that Tony stared at him.

"What's wrong with your voice?" Tony asked.

"Nothing," Erik said, his voice still coming out strange.

Athena blessed him with a smile and held out her hand. Erik took it and the soft warmth made him feel giddy.

"Hi, Erik. Great to meet you," Athena said.

Erik stayed in the front as Athena and Tony sat in the back.

"Stevens, I want you to show Athena around, get her up to speed in your department. I also need you to prep for New York this weekend—" "Prep?"

"Yeah, you're coming with me to the Expo. Athena is too—"

"Janine wants me to finish—"

"Valentina will take over that project for you. Be packed and ready. Get a new suit too. We'll be meeting some new investors for the European offices and if all goes well, we'll be flying to Monaco in a few weeks."

Erik tried to process everything quickly.

He didn't want to leave the vibranium unattended in L.A., but he didn't want to take it with him to New York because metal detectors would give him away.

"Stevens?"

"Yeah?"

"Athena was asking you a question," Tony said.

Erik turned his head to look at her in the back.

"I just wondered where the best places were to eat. Mr. Stark said you were a foodie and would know," she said.

"I can hook you up. What do you like?"

"Everything," she said. Athena's eyes looked game for anything and Erik turned away quickly. She was as fine as frog hairs as his grandpop would say. He'd seen fine women all over L.A., but this one was a little different. He was digging the vibe she exuded.

"Hey this is the cut!" she exclaimed.

Erik realized he still had the radio on to the local R & B station. Return of the Mack blared from the speakers up front. Erik found his head bobbing along to it too, and when he glanced back to look at Athena, she was popping her fingers, not even caring that Tony was watching them both with amusement.

"Get into it Mr. Stark!" she said, nudging his arm.

"I'm not familiar with this song," he said.

"Old classic British soul," she said, "turn it up, Erik."

Erik did what she told him and the S.U.V. was rocking. He was really liking this woman already. She wasn't beholden with Tony at all. He was also really liking the idea that they would be in New York together.

Shit New York.

He might be able to see his Uncle and Aunt and a few homies from the DMV since he was so close.

The song ended and Erik turned off the R&B and switched to a classic rock station that he knew Tony loved. Steely Dan's "Peg" came on. Tony started rocking his shoulders.

"Wait. You two can't get into this?" Tony asked.

"It's hittin'," Erik said.

"Turn that up," Tony said.

Athena laughed at Tony as he made his hands wave in time to the beat.

"Haters," Tony said.

Erik laughed.

They arrived back at the Stark offices in good spirits.

"Show Athena around and then meet me in my suite around five?"

Erik nodded.

Stark had Athena's bags taken to the apartment she would stay in at Oakwood.

Athena followed Erik as he did the essential tour of the premises. She was impressed and asked plenty of questions. Especially about how being an intern there was fairing with him.

"Stark is an interesting dude. He can be a little out there, but you seem to have him figured out."

"That's only because he knows my father."

"Word?"

Athena's eyes lit up at his voice.

"My Dad works in the State Department. We've known Tony for a long time."

Erik kept that little tidbit in the back of his mind as he watched Athena take in the world of Stark Industries HQ.

"So, where do we work?" she asked.

Erik led her to another bank of elevators. When an express one opened, Erik rushed over to take it. Athena was on his heels. They stepped into the space and Giselle was there again. She smiled when she saw Erik again.

"Did you hear that we're going to New York?" Giselle said almost breathless.

Giselle's excited energy faded the moment she saw Athena.

"Athena," Giselle said.

"Giselle," Athena said.

No claws came out, but Erik could swear there were deep scratches somewhere from the sour tone that came from both of them.

"Athena is a new intern," Erik said.

The elevator doors closed and Erik stood between them both.

It was a good thing he did.

He knew for sure that if he weren't there, these two would probably be duking it out.

What the hell?

The tension was so thick on the ride up. He wasn't in the mood to make small talk to help ease the situation.

The doors opened and Erik was grateful to see Tony once more.

"Hey! How'd the tour go?"

Tony stepped onto the elevator and stood in front of Athena. Within seconds, Tony also caught the brittle vibe.

Erik gave Tony a look that was equal parts "Help" and "Wtf?"

"I have an idea, why don't we all go to dinner and talk about New York?" Tony said.

This was surely going to be the meal from hell.

Erik hung his head. Going to New York with two women that caught his eye along with his boss?

Trouble.

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grayswhore · 5 years

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Guilty Conscience E.D.

You grinned down at the text on your phone. The brightness from the screen casting a soft glow over your features as you sit in your dimly lit room, the only other light coming from the lava lamp sitting on your nightstand. "I'm outside" That's all the text said, but those two words were enough to send a rush of excitement down your spine. You hopped off your bed with eagerness and made a beeline to your bathroom. You took out your bun in front of the mirror, letting your curls fall loosely to your shoulders in a very sexy way. You applied your pina colada lip scrub and lip balm, knowing how much he loved the taste of pineapples. You were only wearing an oversized hoodie and a black lace thong along with your Fenty slippers. You shuffled your way downstairs to the front door. You swung it open and put on your sexiest smile. There he was, standing on your porch. Ethan Dolan. "Hey you!" He said as he closed the gap between the two of you, scooping you in his husky arms. You led him inside your living room and he sat down comfortably, kicking his shoes off. "Want anything to drink?" He nods. "A sparkling waters cool yeah." You hurry into the kitchen, second later returning with the bottle. You toss it to him and he catches it with one hand before you plop down next to him, placing your legs across his lap. "So what brings you here Dolan?" You say toying with the drawstrings on your hoodie. You knew exactly why he was here, but wanted to tease him a bit."I was in the neighborhood, thought I'd stop by." He replied. You sat up, inching closer to him. "Oh really." You crawled in his lap, straddling him against the couch. "And does your girlfriend know you're here?"

You whisper as you run your fingers through his hair. He shakes his head no and you can't help the devilish grin that finds your lips. You didn't know why you enjoyed this so much. You knew this was wrong. Ethan had a girlfriend of 2 years. She was cute, you had to admit. And she was always kind to you whenever you crossed paths, which wasn't that often. But you really didn't care for her. You didn't consider her a friend of yours. She was kinda dull, personality wise, and you never really understood what Ethan saw in her. And clearly, she was lacking something in bed the way Ethan came running to you whenever he was horny. This was an on and off again thing you and Ethan had going on for about 10 months. It started one night when they had got in a really bad argument, Ethan came to you tipsy and in need of a friend to vent to, but things got heated and he ended up letting out his frustrations to you in a completely different way, not that you were complaining. Ethan was the best sex you've ever had. Ever since then the two of you would go behind her back and fuck. But after a few weeks, he'd get consumed in guilt and call it off. That would last for about a month or two, and then he'd wind up on your porch at 11:30pm, just like tonight, looking for something his girlfriend can't give him. It was an endless cycle.

You had always wanted Ethan for yourself. And if this was the way you were going to get him then so be it. His lips found your neck, immediately distracting you from further questioning him. You moaned softly as he sucked and nipped up your throat and along your jawline continuing until his lips finally met yours. He sucked on your bottom lip and you opened your mouth allowing his tongue to collide with yours. He groaned, the taste of pineapple and coconut hitting his taste buds. His hands found your ass, giving it a light slap before grabbing a handful. You whine and grind against the bulge forming in his pants before pulling away and getting off his lap. His lips, slightly red and swollen from your makeout, form a scowl. "What are you doing?" He says confused. You hold your hand out for him to take. "Bringing you to my room, duh." His scowl is gone and instead a goofy grin forms, making your heart flutter. He takes your hand and you lead him up the steps to your room. You waste no time removing his "Kids See Ghost" sweater and tossing to the floor. The glow from your lava lamp highlighting every muscle on him. You bite your lip as you push him down on your bed forcefully. He moans as he hits the bed, admiring your aggressiveness. You instantly dropped to your knees in front of him, quickly making work of getting his Gucci belt off. You unzipped his jeans and tugged them down. Leaving him in nothing but his briefs. You softly kissed along his tatted thighs, earning a small giggle from him. "That tickles," he whispered to you. You kept kissing him until you reached the hem of his boxers but before you could pull those down his phone starts ringing. You reached into his pants that lied on the floor and retrieved his phone from the pocket. "Babygirl" was the name on the phone with heart eyes emojis. You rolled your eyes. This bitch has awful timing. "Babygirl's calling, want me to answer it for you?" You said in an innocent voice. Ethan reached down quickly swiping the phone from you. "No, are you crazy?" He said before answering the phone. "Hey babe, what's up?" He said, trying his best to remain cool. "Hey E!" You heard her voice through the phone and couldn't help the scowl on your lips. "I stopped by the house. I know it's kinda late but I know you sleep til 3am so I wanted to see if you wanted to drive around, maybe hit up In-N-Out. But Grayson said you weren't home and he didn't know where you were." Ethan's eyes looked around the room thinking of a place he could tell her he was. "Tell her where you are Ethan." You whispered with a wicked smirk on your face.

Part of you wanted her to know what was going on. You wanted her to know that he drove halfway across LA just for you, almost every night. Ethan ignored you, instead coming up with a lie. "Yeah, I had to go and get some materials for a video that I forgot. We have to film tomorrow and the vid won't be complete without these props so it was important that I went to go get them. Maybe tomorrow night we can chill, yeah." You could hear her heavy sigh through the phone. "Okay, I really wanted to see you tonight but I guess I can wait." Ethan's shoulders fell in relief. You got up off the floor, the moment completely ruined, and moved to the other side of the bed. "Well, he obviously doesn't wanna see your ass tonight." You murmured to yourself. "Okay talk to you later baby." Ethan said before he hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed afterward putting his head in his hands. You knew he was feeling guilty for lying to her. Even though you didn't care much for her, you cared deeply for Ethan. You could see how badly this got to him, how shitty it made him feel. Lying and cheating weren't really in Ethan's nature, but he had a weak spot for you. He was your Superman, and you were his kryptonite. "You should end it." You said breaking the silence in the room. "What?" He said turning his head to you. "I said you should end it, with her I mean. It's obvious you don't want to be with her Ethan. Why are you prolonging this?" You walked back over to him, your hands on your hips so that you could look him in the eye. "You can't keep doing this to yourself E." You took his hands in yours. "I can't... just end things with her, we've been together for two years, she's been nothing but good to me. I can't just dump her out of nowhere, Y/N." "So you think going behind her back and cheating is better? Ethan, you're not an idiot, so stop acting like one. You're only gonna end up making it worse for both of you." Ethan laid back on your bed, his head hitting your pillows with a light thud. You crawled next to him, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you. You placed your head on his chest, letting out a deep sigh. "You're right." He said moments later. "I can't keep this up anymore. My guilty conscience won't let me."

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ilcuoreardendo-fic · 6 years

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Acquisition, Part III (Vaderwan)

Someone actually had a prompt to this effect (that disappeared from my inbox) and I was already going that way... Another nonny was curious about what would happen after Vader told Obi-Wan to sleep in his own room (instead of hiding out in Luke’s). Previous parts to Acquisition.

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Obi-Wan spent the night undisturbed.

Vader had Luke up and on his lap eating toast and fruit before Obi-Wan rose the next morning; the boy was a spot of bright blue and green against the black of Vader’s armor.

After breakfast, Vader left Luke in Obi-Wan's care and disappeared for the day, joining them at the table as they had late meal in the evening. Obi-Wan was trying to help Luke eat a thick stew broth with a spoon, but eventually gave up and let the boy sip directly from the bowl. The tilt of Vader’s helm and the way he held his body made Obi-Wan think he was amused.

During Luke's bedtime story, Vader loomed in the doorway, listening.

When Obi-Wan bent to kiss Luke’s upturned face goodnight, a hand pressed against the small of his back and dropped away as he straightened. Vader stood next to the bed, crowding into Obi-Wan's space, but he didn't say anything and didn't try to stop Obi-Wan as he brushed past him, heading for the door.

That night and the following nights, he spent undisturbed; the days were spent in more strange domesticity.

As they moved around one another each day, strange binary stars, Vader lay they occasional light touch on him. On his back, shoulders, arms, hands; each time, his hands dropped away as Obi-Wan became aware of the touch. He expressed low, huffed amusement as Luke shared his dessert by shoving a piece of cake into Obi-Wan’s mouth. There was peace in the slope of his shoulders as he sat across the living room, watching Luke drift to sleep against Obi-Wan’s chest as Obi-Wan read to him.

It was almost…pleasant.

On the fifth night, sometime after he’d put Luke to bed, there was a knock at his bedroom door.

“My Lord?”

“Were you asleep?” Vader asked.

“Reading.”

“You can do that anywhere. Come with me. Bring your book.”

Obi-Wan followed Vader across the hall and into his rooms, hesitating briefly at the door before stepping inside. He'd like to think he didn't jump when the door closed behind him with a wave of Vader's hand.

Vader's room was part living area, part office. On one wall, there was a vid screen, a soft looking sofa and chairs surrounding it. On the opposite wall, a work table, steel, rubber and plastic components littering the surface and for a moment Obi-Wan flashes back to Anakin's room at the temple, the multitude of things he was always tinkering with.

And in between the domesticity of entertainment and hobbies, was a desk and computer terminal, vidphone, holomap reader and a rather comfortable looking desk chair that Vader sat in, watching him. He looked out of place.

It was a very normal room.

“Sit down, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan skirted the edges of the room, sparing a glance at the closed door on the far end of the room, wondering briefly what was behind it, and slipped into the overstuffed chair beneath a reading lamp. The lamp clicked on before he could touch it. When he looked up, Vader was engrossed with something on his terminal. He spared no glance at Obi-Wan. And when minutes ticked by without that changing, Obi-Wan spread his book open on his lap and began to read.

It happened again the next night. And the one after. Once Luke was put to bed, Vader either herded Obi-Wan to his rooms immediately after or – if he'd been absent as Obi-Wan read to Luke – he showed up at Obi-Wan's bedroom door with a few hours.

On the seventh night, Obi-Wan asked why.

Silence stretched, filled with the rasp of Vader's breathing. “It pleases me to have you close.”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.

“Your presence is soothing.”

Obi-Wan’s second eyebrow joined the first near his hairline before he got his expression under control.

He remembered Anakin saying something similar when he sought Obi-Wan out when something troubled him, whether it was arguments with other padawans or, later, his insecurities about teaching Ahsoka.

But that was Anakin.

A Sith seeking to be soothed. That was something else.

“Even with this?” Obi-Wan ran his finger over the plating of his collar.

“The collar mutes your connection to the Force. You still shine bright as a star to anyone who can see it.”

“Lucky them.” Obi-Wan knew he sounded bitter, found he didn’t care.

Vader’s helm fixed its placid gaze on him. “I can fix that. I can get a new collar. You won't be able to use the Force, but you will be able to sense it. After a fashion.”

Obi-Wan's fingers twitched over the top of his book and, while Vader didn't move, Obi-Wan could feel his gaze trailing from his face to his fingertips and back. He carefully shuttered his expression. To feel the Force again. To sense it, even if he couldn’t touch it, wield it. The idea made Obi-Wan's chest ache.

There must be a catch.

“I’ll think about it,” Obi-Wan said, turning back to his book.

Shared evenings became the new normal.

Sometimes Vader engaged him in conversation. At others, he left Obi-Wan to his own devices, reading or watching the news on the holonet.

Obi-Wan found himself observing Vader as he bent over a datapad, staring inscrutably at news of skirmishes in the mid-rim, in what were once Republic strongholds now chafing under Imperial rule.

On several occasions, Vader asked Obi-Wan a leading question, on history or politics or even the state of the Empire’s expansion. They were meant to make him respond with incredulity, even outrage. And Obi-Wan, emerging from the depths of his book, was often deep into an answer before he realized what Vader had done.

It reminded him so much of Anakin that something deep inside him cracked every time, threatened to shatter.

Then something did shatter.

Obi-Wan turned on the bed, could feel the cool sheets beneath his fingertips, twisting around his legs. But his mind was awash in memory. He and Anakin, during their final mission as Master and Padawan, at negotiations on some small planet wishing to join the Republic in the wake of Separatist encroachment. The quarters they had been given were simple, with a small bed and ensuite ‘fresher.

They had argued over the bed, ending in an agreement to trade off nights. On their last evening, Obi-Wan had the bed.

And that was where dream parted from reality.

Obi-Wan woke to Anakin crawling into the bed next to him, over him. He could see the gleam of moonlight in his padawan’s eyes, off the curve of Anakin’s new mechanical arm.

“Master,” Anakin whispered. The whisper fell against Obi-Wan’s lips. It was followed by the warmth of Anakin’s mouth. His lips were faintly chapped, tongue a lush wet heat. The hands that slipped beneath Obi-Wan’s tunic were hot. Long fingers plucked at his nipples and scratched down his chest, slid beneath the waist band of his sleep pants.

“Tell me to stop, Obi-Wan and I will. Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this and it ends.” Anakin followed each command with a kiss to Obi-Wan’s mouth, smothering Obi-Wan’s words. Anakin’s fingers wrapped around him, cool compared to his erection, and Obi-Wan couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into the grip reflexively. A sweet, sharp twist of Anakin’s hand had him groaning.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes to a ceiling full of blue shadows. The same shades that swam through Anakin’s eyes as he knelt over him. Obi-Wan’s muscles seized and his orgasm rushed through him, unstoppable. He threw his head back against the pillow, gasping.

He lay there for some time after, listening to his slowing heart rate, feeling his semen cooling sticky on his belly, watching the dream drift away like smoke on the early morning air, leaving him alone, chilled, smelling of sex and wondering at what his mind was trying to tell him by coming up with a fiction that felt so much like reality.

The dream followed him as he started his day. At breakfast, he listened to Luke chattering to Vader, speaking only when directly addressed, leaving Vader to mind Luke, only half paying attention as Vader had to Force catch a piece of toast that went sailing off the toddler’s plate when he tired of eating.

“Obi-Wan.” Vader’s hand was on his shoulder. “Luke wants his bath.”

“Of course,” Obi-Wan said, rising. Vader’s hand slid heavily down his arm to rest on his wrist.

“Is there something the matter, Obi-Wan?” The black helm was cocked to the side and the move was so familiar, Obi-Wan could imagine Anakin raising his eyebrows.

“Everything’s fine,” Obi-Wan said, moving quickly to lift Luke from his chair. “I didn't sleep well. That's all.”

“Bad dreams?”

Obi-Wan paused, unsure if there was something knowing in Vader's voice or if it were his own paranoia making him hear things.

“After a fashion,” he finally said, and whether that was answer enough or not, Vader didn't stop him as he left the room with Luke in his arms.

Luke was difficult during his bath, fussing and making sure Obi-Wan got just as wet as he did. The fussiness continued after the bath, as Luke picked up and discarded toys, pushed away the book Obi-Wan offered to read to him, before finally sitting down in a corner next to his plush hawk-bat and picking morosely at its fur.

Obi-Wan wondered how much of his own mood Luke might be picking up on. Sitting in a corner and doing nothing sounded appealing to him too. A passing speeder caught his eye through the window and the bright blue curve of sky and green tree tops led his gaze to the grounds. Grounds he’d never been on.

“Luke, would you like to do something different today?”

As soon as they were outside, Luke begged to be put down and Obi-Wan released him, with an admonition to stay close as they walked in the early summer sun. Luke trotted in front of him, occasionally pausing to look at a particularly interesting bug or one of the large rocks that lined the walking path and sometimes running back to Obi-Wan to gift him a small pebble.

They walked until they reached the edge of the property with its sprawling lake. Obi-Wan remembered it from the map of the grounds he had seen a few weeks after Vader brought him here. The water reflected the blue of the sky.

Taking off their shoes, they sat at the water’s edge. Luke made constructions from the soft mud and babbled excitedly when he caught the flash of silver and blue fish in the shallows.

“If you put your hand in the water,” Obi-Wan told him, “and hold very still, you might be able to touch one.”

Luke, eyes wide, did as Obi-Wan suggested. Eventually, and one by one, curiosity got the better of the fish and they swam close, investigating Luke's fingers, looking for any signs of food. Luke shifted to touch them and they shot off through the water in flurry of shining colors, making him laugh and try again. Eventually he bored of the fish and turned his attention to the small water fowl dotting the line of the shore, chasing them into the shallows to watch them submerge and come up several meters away, chattering at him.

A knot of shame tightened in Obi-Wan's stomach as he watched Luke play and wondered when the boy had last been outside. Truly outside. He hadn’t even entertained the idea, so caught up in his own grief and worries. And for what? He had no plans to run, no path of escape. Why run when the running exhausted him? Why hide when he would be found? Why fight with sabers and side-arms when he could fight with words and teachings? Why search for a future in the Outer Rim when the one that mattered was right here?

Obi-Wan looked up and found Luke gone. He was on his feet before he registered moving, heading toward the water. There, on a little spit of rock, crouched Luke. He was reaching for a shiny water violet that floated just out of reach.

The air thickened, weighing Obi-Wan down. His feet sank into the soft sand. Time itself seemed to slow. And he watched Luke falter, try to catch himself and tumble into the water, disappearing beneath the silver sheen.

He didn’t resurface.

With a gasp of Obi-Wan’s breath, time restarted and Obi-Wan was waist deep in water in a moment, flinging himself to the spot where Luke’s blond head had vanished, diving and resurfacing empty handed multiple times, unable to see anything through the stirred up silt.

A tingle ran down the length of his spine, sizzling hot. He had enough preservational awareness to consider the collar, even as he dove again. His fingers reached, grasped, finally closed around a soft arm and pulled.

He broke the surface with Luke in his hands and felt the collar short. For a micro-moment, all that he was and had been came flooding back to him. He could feel the fish stirring in the lake, the birds flying overhead, hear the trees whispering. The bright spot that was Luke nearly blinded him.

He wanted to revel in it.

But then came pain, burning through him, making his jaw clench so hard he was sure his teeth cracked. He reached, grasped the Force as he hadn’t in months, brought it to wrap around Luke and propelled the boy up and through the air to the shoreline.

He heard him cough, heard him cry.

And then heard nothing else as his world was eclipsed by a star inside his brain going nova.

The last thing he remembered was the water rushing over his head.

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beatconductor-blog · 5 years

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the gift that keeps on giving

HAL: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5F6KgFgnGc

Bro: Awww, babe.

HAL: Happy birthday, I love you.

> Are you actually grinning? > Yes. Bro: I love you too, you big fuckin gay. Happy birthday.

> He better fucking be. So are you. HAL: Only the gayest for you. A brotherly I love you goes out too Dave as well though. Get your special birthday coffee, it's made with love and all the good shit.

😎 : thanks 😎 : not watching the vid tho

HAL: Fair. I can sing for you in person.

Bro: Birthday request. Bro: Sing it in early Vocaloids Kaito voice. Bro: Before the revamp that made him halfway tolerable.

HAL: Consider it done.

Bro: I love you so much.

HAL: Downloading the voice pack as we speak. HAL: Also: I made scrambled eggs, get your protein in boys.

😎 : god

Bro: Love me some Egg™ in the morning.

HAL: I know you love eggs, babe.

😎 : yeah alright i love eggs too gimme that good shit

HAL: Come eat up my delicious eggs. HAL: Also get your presents.

Dave 9:07 PM

> Well damn it alright you're getting up and head to the kitchen to get your coffee. And eggs. And presents.

Hal 9:18 PM

> You find one (1) Robo bro sitting at the table with coffe for you and one (1) present with your name on it. It is neatly wrapped in red paper. There is one (1) other present on the table but it is orange and says "Dirk". Guess who it belongs to.

Dave 9:21 PM

> You got two boxes squeeze under your arm yourself, which you slip onto your lap as you take a seat on the table. Obviously you grab the orange one with a totally not shit eating grin. "Cool thanks man."

Hal 9:23 PM

"Dave, are you 100% sure you want to see what I am gifting Dirk?" > You give him a patented "It's hardcore porn" look. That's a thing, yeah.

Dave 9:26 PM

"You think I'm a coward?" > You put the orange present aside tho, mostly because you never planned to open it anyway. Instead you reach for the coffee that's probably for you. And anxiously stare at the box that's for you. You want to open it, but do you want to open it in front of Hal?

Hal 9:28 PM

"You are allowed to open your presents, you know?" > Don't be a coward Dave, get your tiny robot crocodile.

Dave 9:30 PM

"Really?? Explain." Are you stalling or being a little shit? The answer is both.

Hal 9:31 PM

"I hear it's human tradition to open up your birthday presents when you receive them. I am not an expert, of course."

Dave 9:32 PM

"Sounds fake but okay." Fiiine you reach for the present and.. actually.. unwrap it really carefully.

Hal 9:33 PM

> Actually lowkey anxious about the reaction. You didn't get to give many presents in your life so far. Not that it shows though, you have the same resting bitch face as usual.

Dave 9:39 PM

> Well, when you got it unwrapped you actually find a what. Tiny metal crocodile? For real??? > You carefully take it out of the box like its out of glass or something. You're totally quiet, but only out of fascination. Damn, that's. Cool. Your grin grows wider as you look at it from all directions.

Hal 9:41 PM

> The tiny crocodile starts moving and making sounds. It sounds a bit like..."Nak." How peculiar. "Thought you could use a little friend."

Dave 9:55 PM

It moves. Your mouth actually drops open. Holy s h i t. This is like all the cool toys on the kids tv ads you could never have, except even better. "Whaaat." You give it some little pets to watch its reaction.

Hal 9:59 PM

It naks some more and wiggles a little. It's not exactly a complex work of robotics, it's just a cute little toy. But it's made with love. You are most definitely smiling watching this though. Seems like he likes it, good.

Dave 10:24 PM

God do you love it. You actually spend a few good few minutes playing with ity totally forgetting about your coffee and your own presents. Eventually you realize you're not really alone. "This is.. so amazing... man, thanks.."

Hal 10:32 PM

The most shit eating robot grin. Fuck yeah, you are rocking this presents shit. Of course you are, you are amazing. "They say self made presents are the best after all, right?"

Dave 10:53 PM

"..you made this." You're not really surprised, you just.. didn't really think about that. You pull the little crocodile close to your chest in a very strong 'I will cherish this and protect it with my life' gesture. "Thank you. I... I don't have a self-made one for you.." Well, you're feeling a little awkward. There's no way you can compete with a gift like that.

Hal 11:07 PM

"Sure did." Yep, still got the most shit easting grin. Feels great, you could get used to this human emotion called gifting shit. The smile dies when he mentions he has a present for you. Duh, of course, that's two boxes. And yet just the concept of receiving a gift is still alien to you. Fuck. Play it cool, don't look nervous. "Doesn't have to be self made to be totally rad."

Dave 11:15 PM

"Well. It's damn rad if I may say so." Can't fake enough self-confidence to hide how nervous you actually are. You shove the smaller one of the boxes over at him though.

Hal 11:19 PM

There's a comment along the lines of "Oh of course, the smaller one for the lesser bro" comment on your lips but you bite that back. C'mon no, don't be a bitch for once Hal. Not about this, and not when you are excited, o matter how big it is. You can't decide if you are excited or anxious as you open it. Exious.

Dave 11:21 PM

"Hey now, it's not the size that matters." Actually, his gift is the one you specifically bought for him. Caught you a little offguard that you have yet another birthday to celebrate this year, but you wouldn't be you if you didn't manage some last minute baller presents. Inside the package, for the record, is a mug. But not just any, but motherfucking rad unicorn mug. One that changes color with hot beverages.

Hal at 12:27 AM

Oh. Oh no. It's perfect. It's absolutely perfect and you are glad you are incapable of tears. Fuck. It's stupid, but the fact that he obviously put some thought into that thing? Has you feel some kind of way. Your voices glitches just a little when you speak, betraying just how emotional you are over this thing. Damn it. "It's pretty cool I guess. Thanks."

Dave 12:31 AM

The glitch in the voice actually worries you for a moment. But like. Is that actually an emotional raction? You are having a moment of doubt because the reaction sounds pretty... neutral, but then reassure yourself Hal just isn't one for big emotions. So the fact alone that he doesn't really have it in him to be snarky over the present, that means a lot, right? "You're welcome" you grin.

Hal at 12:48 AM

It means a lot more than you are really capable of reliably expressing. Humans go for hugs in that case right? You hope they do, cause you do that right now. Big old Robo Bro hug for Dave. You pull back like nothing even happened after a minute and your voice is back to normal. "So, how about them eggs?"

Dave 12:57 AM

O-oh, guess he really likes it, huh. You're having some mad proud big bro dokis here. He's back to normal after the hug, but nothing is gonna get this huge grin off your face today. "Yes please."

Hal at 12:58 AM

You wordlessly get that boy some delicious eggs. You'd say something about that grin but...Nah. He deserves that one.

Dave 9:53 PM

You sit there at the table and keep playing with the lil Nakodile until Bro comes. Still got a present for him too, after all!

Bro 10:14 PM

You emerge from your Cave later than intended, as silently as ever; you hadn't managed to start your sleep cycle on time, so you woke up a bit bleary-eyed after 45 minutes of uninterrupted snooze. Yikes! But you stretch, and then you ruffle Dave's hair as you slip past him to go straight for that coffee machine. Which is to say, your boyfriend, to give him a good morning kiss.

Dave 10:17 PM

You snort and shove his arm away as he passes you.(edited)

"Morning."

Hal at 10:20 PM

Well damn, and there you had hoped for a full hour. Perhaps another day. He gets a good nice robo smooch and a coffee on top of it. No one can say you aren't the perfect house husband. "Morning, babe. Ready for your happy birthday song?" You did in fact download the vocaloid voicepack he requested. Took a bit with the shitty connection so you absolutely plan on going through with that shit. And most likely using it at inappropriate times later.

Bro 10:23 PM

"Mornin. And fuck yes I am." You take the coffee and then take your seat, right next to- oh hey, Lil Cal! When'd you get here? All seated like a proper gentleman and shit, andd with a little birthday hat to boot. Nice. Well, regardless, you're sipping your coffee now. "It's all I could have ever hoped for."

Hal at 10:26 PM

You sing for him, in german of course, and hand him his present. Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, Dirk!

Dave 10:31 PM

You sideeye Lil Cal. Nice meeting you again, buddy. Caaarefully pull Nak Jr. away and shield his innocent eyes from this hell doll.

Bro 10:32 PM

Big ol' fuckin grin then. Aww jeez, the madman really did it. You ruffle your own hair, just absolutely pleased with this development, before pulling the present open-

Hal at 10:36 PM

You never half ass shit, especially not stupid jokes. In the box Dirk finds a tiny robot pony, complete with cute pink bow. She is perfect if you dare say so yourself. She neighs softly.

Bro 10:37 PM

You, right now:

Dave 10:38 PM

You watch the unwrapping really curiously and excitedly actually. Hal has already proven he's baller at presents. When you see what's inside though... Oh. Okay. Oh well. That. Hm.....

This is awkward. You just.. sink back into your own seat and keep busy with Nak Jr.

Hal at 10:39 PM

Mission fucking accomplished. You are grinning. Fuck yeah, you are the best at this present shit. Go you.

Bro 10:41 PM

You pull out the little pony and set her down between you and Dave, stroking her back in more than a little bit of awe. "Fuck yes. Babe, when the fuck did you have the time..."

Hal at 10:45 PM

"I get bored when you're at work." That's also why you took up cooking. Welp.

Bro 11:00 PM

"Haha, fair enough. This is fuckin amazing." You have not yet settled on a Name for the pony,but you know whateveer you're gonna name her is gonna be epic. "Thanks, babe."

Hal at 11:02 PM

He gets another quick kiss, sorry to get gay on main Dave, but you will have to deal. Talking about Dave, you turn to look at him. "What about your present Dave?"

Dave 11:08 PM

Time to die some more. You shrug dismissively and pull up the other box to hand it over to Bro. "It's nothing special.." That's only half true. You had it up in the storage for a good portion of these five years, waiting for Bro for whenever he'd come back. It seemed fitting, but now you just feel cheap and unoriginal.

Bro 11:19 PM

You take the box, but first, you lay a hand on Dave's wrist, somewhat? comfortingly. "Hey. I wasn't even expecting a gift. Anything you get me is special, dude." Which is goddamnedd true. You haven't really celebrated your birthday in... a long, long time. So you're delighted, albeit in that cool guy way of yours, as you open up Ddave's gift.

Dave 11:40 PM

It's... reassuring, but you're still anxious. You still give him a hesitant smile as answer. "Alright." Inside the present Bro finds a Barbie horse from like 2012. (One... that can walk. https://youtu.be/mWSmlIx6ydA)

Bro 11:42 PM

Your face, right now:

Dave 11:48 PM

You're watching him closely and.... that expression... not only relieves you, but makes you smile yourself. Good job? Good job.

Hal at 11:49 PM

Good job. "Jee Dirk, How come your mom let's you have two ponies?"

Bro 11:56 PM

"Because I'm the motherfuckin best." Two ponies. Two girlfriends. They're dating now, you've decided, as you make them trot next to one another. "Y'all didn't have to get me anything,but... thank you. I fuckin love this."

Dave 11:59 PM

Your Bro is a fucking dork. And you love it. You love how much he loves it. "You're welcome."

December 5, 2018

Bro 12:01 AM

You sip your coffee as you watch the horse girlfriends prance, before glancing at your phone. You say, "Hey, Dave, you got somewhere you can go for about an hour or two later on?"

Dave 12:07 AM

You give him a very quizzical look. If you didn't know better with how much he's been looking forward to this and planned to cook dinner and all, you could almost think he forgot to get you a present. "Uh, I've been planning to go see Sock for a bit before dinner."

Bro 12:08 AM

"Don't need you gone too long." Sip your coffee. "Just long enough to get your gift in here and set up without spoilin the wholeass thing for you."

Dave 12:11 AM

"Yeah, I can head out after noon and come back with Sock later."

Bro 12:13 AM

"Sounds good to me." You look pointedly to Hal then and say, "Gonna need your help with it, but I'll give your your present then, too."

Hal 12:16 AM

"Oh? Looking forwards to that one, babe." You aren't saying anything about how you can't wait for the birthday sausages you were promised, and Dave better appreciate that.

Dave 12:18 AM

They're saying enough already and you just roll your eyes. "Try not to do the giving presents on the kitchen table" you just say. And then proceed to try and make Nak Jr. ride on the robot horse.

Hal 12:22 AM

"Of course not, dad. We'd never." You can roll your eyes just as good. Watching him play with the robots makes you smile though.

Bro 12:24 AM

It makes you smile too, though you make no such promises.

#logs #striderpocalypse

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jackalopingintothevoid · 6 years

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 TBA

The vidstream was starting, but not in the usual way. The New Start Crew, or whoever would be on stream this time, weren’t all on the couch ready with the opening greeting. Instead, it was just a pale heart-shaped face and brown hair in a stylish undercut, hazel eyes darting back and forth as they double checked everything was set up. The outgoing Riley with the camera on follow mode, much closer than if there were a group.

“Hello Crewsters! Now, you might be thinking ‘ay up, something’s not quite right here’. You’re not wrong friends, and it’s not ‘cause I’ve picked up the wrong thing to take a selfie with; we’ve had an incident. Early this morning-- before I had even returned from last night’s passionate tryst-- somebody broke into the garage!”

A dramatic gasp sounded as they reeled back from the camera in faux shock.

“Oh my goodness! What could they possibly want from our garage? Tools, spare parts? Access to our top-secret stash of pilfered alien tech!? All good questions, all wrong answers.” They dropped the theatrics, but remained energetic. “Turns out some poor bloke had been homeless out in the snow, and in desperation had wrenched the door open to get out of the cold.”

They grinned, turning slightly to start leading the free-floating camera across the room.

“So, have we had the guy arrested for breaking and entering? Dropped him off at a hospital to be treated for hypothermia?”

With a chuckle, Riley waved their hand dismissively. “‘Course not! Sampo’s gone and adopted him, bless her heart. Vera says he’s twice her size and frankly that’s bloody terrifying ‘cause she’s ripped as all get-out, but if Sampo says,” here came the bad impression, “‘We must wrap him up warm and feed him soup and love him forever’ then God knows Ali-oop’s gonna do it. She’s arse over tits for that woman.”

Riley cheerfully bounced through a door, not bothering to close it as the camera tracked them across the hallway.

“Now, I haven’t seen this bloke. Something about not overwhelming him. I think anyone who can force open a garage door with his bare hands and hypothermia is a big boy and can handle it, but it’s not my call.”

“Now, three people have met him themselves, and both Sampo and Mousy are still in the bedroom with him, so it’s our favourite hunk who’ll be providing today’s news bulletin!”

With that, they pushed through into the living room area, where Alouette sat on the usual vid couch with a cup of coffee and her COM pad, probably browsing the net. She glanced up in mixed annoyance and confusion.

“Ali, darling, give us the deets! What went down with the mysterious man in the garage?”

Raising her eyes to the heavens, Alouette put down her COM. “Not much. Mo heard a noise, called me to say someone had broken in, I went in with my gun and found a very large man. He didn’t attack us so Mo tried to talk to him and he passed out.”

The camera pulled back a little way so Riley could turn to it and adequately express how unimpressed they were by expression alone. “No sense of intrigue whatsoever. Two out of ten, lacklustre at best.”

Huffing in frustration, Alouette snapped, “I am not the noir lead! I am an ODST! We get shit done, not write sagas about it!”

They didn’t even wait for her to finish. “Come on Aloe Vera--”

“Do not call me--!”

“-- what does he look like? What does he sound like?”

“No sound.” Alouette folded her arms, frowning. “He did not speak. Perhaps he’s spoken to Sampoorna or Mo, but not to me.”

After a moment of expectant silence, she rolled her eyes and continued, pensive. “He is very big. Very very big, taller than Sampo and more muscles than me. Skin white like chalk, white like there is something wrong with him. Very big eyes.”

“... I’m getting the feeling this bloke might be a bit on the larger side?”

The camera listed violently to the side as a cushion collided with it, narrowly missing Riley’s head.

A dark and skinny form, under 6′, came into focus. Riley was nowhere to be seen. All was quiet save for the soft sound of boiling water and a spoon ringing lightly against a mug. Only the back of this person was visible, even the head obscured by the pulled-back hair, thick natural curls giving it incredible volume.

“Ring-a-ding, it’s Changming!”

With a cry of shock, Changming whipped round before immediately laughing, releasing his nervous tension as he realised they’d gotten him again.

“Riley! Why d’you do this to me? Every time!” A slightly-less-thick accent otherwise matching Mochou’s and more than familiar to regulars of the channel. “I’m making tea here!”

“Changming here is the next-closest individual to the incident by association.” They’d adopted a news reporter voice for this part, still out of view of the camera. “Changming, what can you tell us about the stranger your sister accosted this morning?” A rolling pin appeared, thrust into the younger man’s face like a microphone.

“Ahaha, well, not much really! He’s super huge though, like all over, and so scarred up! He looks like a Brute used him as a chew toy!”

“All over?” The suggestive eyebrow-waggle was audible.

“Yeah!” He was glossing over that. “We had to strip him off see, ‘cause of the-- shut up, don’t look at me like that-- ‘cause of the hypothermia. He was in this tight bl-- stop it!-- a black bodysuit. And you have to-- you have to take off-- if you don’t stop laughing I’ll stop talking.”

“Okay, okay I’m sorry! I’ll stop.”

“Wet or tight clothing has to come off. Hold it together Rile! But he was so pale I could map out his whole cardiovascular system by eye, like that guy needs a specialist probably.”

“Maybe he’s a new form of human that evolved underground in the dark?”

“Please do not make me worried about mutant mole people right now.”

“We all know what your dear sister’s like, has she taken any samples?”

“Please do not make me think about my sister taking human samples.”

“Just--”

“No, okay? She... she kinda seemed really worried about him. She just told me he was sick and really cold though. Oh, and he liked my tea a lot!”

“A ringing endorsement. Thank you, Changming, for your insight on this matter.”

“En, that’s okay, I guess--”

“Now, to gather some speculation from local experts.”

Rapid movement, and a distant “Bye, then?” from the Guan brother.

Shoulder-length black hair and a mix of African and Arab features were the focus of the next scene, a stern and no-nonsense approach evident on the woman’s countenance.

“Fiona Kuhne, what sort of things should we be--”

“I think this is a mistake.”

“... Elaborate, if you would.”

“This is a complete stranger, guilty of breaking and entering, for whom we have no idea of motive or intent. No concrete motive, anyway. Answer me this, Riley-- what sort of person can tear open an automated alloy door by hand?”

A pensive silence followed the loaded question. Fiona answered it herself.

“No one I’m happy keeping around my family without vetting, that’s who.”

The camera rounded a corner--

“I’m working, Riley. You bug me right now I won’t have time to edit it for you.”

“Mr. Adebayo, you wound me! I would never interrupt your work without good reason--”

“I don’t know anything ‘bout this guy, okay? Just wait until he’s halfway recovered, geez.”

“But Davis, what are we gonna give people for the vid today if everyone’s busy with this mystery man? We have a fan base, we have expectations, we have potential loss of income!”

“Look, you’ve probably already got some stuff right? Even if it ain’t much it’ll explain to folks what’s happening. Better to get your news from the source right?”

The camera stopped it’s movement, then turned a full 180 back to Riley’s face. A face with a wide grin slowly spreading across it.

“You know, Davis, you are absolutely right.”

#halo #anyone know this john doe?#john 117 #master chief

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softkimnamjoon · 6 years

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my notes when i watched the fake love mv

(this is so long oh my god i really tried to cut as many notes as possible but idk everything just seemed important

also some of these are supeerrrrrr obvious please bear with me)

flower in a jar/cage thing

the curtains in jins room are pink and the room is white

on the floor of the room in a fallen lamp (theres a reason i wrote this down aosdfju)

jin closes the curtain and the shot switches so we can see jk’s face disappearing into blackness as if a curtain was being drawn over him (wow karri poetic writing and totally not obvious from a cinematic perspective)

Side Note: there are 7 sets of curtains and they were all closed except the one jin closed in the beginning.. which is now closed (presumably)

taekook dance which featured a move which looked like tae was helping jk up by lifting him with his body

jin standing in the middle of the white room when the walls smash in. he covers the flower jar with his body (to protect it)

the debris isnt... debris. its lots and lots of ripped paper and you can see theres text on them but you cant read it

the scene changes to namjoon standing in a warehouse looking place that reminds me of where he was in the reflection short film

he’s standing in front of a mirror

a quick front shot of namjoon with his arm over his eyes. im mentioning this bc it has a weird pink distortion over it that reminds me of bs&t. (also pink is the colour of jins curtains and that feels important for some reason)

shot of jk fading through a keyhole, probably just a reference to him getting a key from the magic shop in teaser 1

hobi is in a room with lots of childrens toys particularly small carousels and carousel horses. it seems likely to me that this is because in the love yourself highlight vid his mum left him at a fair in front of a carousel.

he hits the very likely to be locked door with something and i cant tell what it is??? a small metal rod of some sort

Side Note: hobi being in a locked room and wanting to get out is also a focus theme in the mama short film

hobi and jk do a lil dance together in the chorey and they both do an action to each other thats strongly associated with telling someone off

a snickers bar falls through a hole in hobis door (this shot was actually really fast i had to go back and pause quite a few times to get it)

jimins standing in a dance practice room like in the ly highlight vid (you can tell by the mirror and ballet bar in the corner of the shot)

hes also standing next to a sink.. which is weird.. in my experience theres never been a sink in any of my dance practice rooms

jungkook is in complete darkness but hes kneeling over a fucking glowing book and reading it i guess (??? bts explain)

the shot switches between jin standing up from protecting the flower jar and jk standing up from reading the glowing book

the flower jar doesnt have a flower anymore but its got some sand in it now. jin walks away from the sand jar (leaving the room entirely im pretty sure)

scene moves to jk running towards a slightly ajar door with a light emitting from it (which is a concept we’ve also come to know from the awake short film)

jk runs through the door and right into the wall of a hallway. he immediately starts running left

theres a shot of tae standing in a strange room with what looks like phones and empty picture frames hanging from the walls

he’s also holding a phone and looking at the screen. the shot moves very close to his face and his eyes widen at whatever he sees on the phone

jk is running through the corridor as the floor falls behind him (to me it feels like a metaphor.. like hes running away from something inevitable)

taes phone turns to sand and falls through his fingers

jk is standing at the end of the corridor and in front of what i thought was a painting but is in fact a very very dirty mirror

Side Note: jk’s shirt says “blank mirror” on it. there sure is a lot of shit going on with mirrors in this story line

(ok this is getting ridiculous im putting a read more, pease keep reading tho ajsfhwhr)

the shot pans down from jks mirror shot through the floor to tae standing in that strange room

behind tae in the middle of the arch is “save me” and upside down it reads “im fine”

all the phones on the walls light up and flicker

it goes back to namjoon who is standing in front of the mirror. he raises his arm as if hes going to touch it

shot switches to jk whos doing the same thing to the mirror at the end of the corridor

back to namjoon again and this time its at an angle that we can see his reflection. his reflection is different to him. his reflections hair is slicked back and is wearing a cheetah style jacket (similar or the same as the one jimin was wearing in the dance room shot)

theres also a red/white badge on his reflections jacket but its too small to see if anythings on it

nj walks toward the mirror and the shot moves through the wall

on the other side of the wall yoongi is sitting at a piano

theres a broken lamp on the ground again like in jins room

yoongi throws a guitar (im pretty sure its a guitar correct me if im wrong) at the piano which mirrors the scene in the run mv where he throws a chair at a mirror

hobi is still in the locked room with the toys but now hes lying on a huge pile of snickers

theres a very quick shot of jk in the corridor from the mirrors perspective

jk looks through the cracks of the boarded up hole under the mirror and sees yoongis room with yoongi sitting in an armchair looking at the piano

yoongi turns behind him to see flames appear then disappear from behind the boarded up windows (this part isnt from jk’s perspective) he then looks at the fireplace

jimin turns off the tap in the dance room sink

jk walks towards a man-made/artificial waterfall which has 3 sections

theres a pile of sand and the flower-turned-sand jar on the ground

jk kneels to pick up two handfuls of sand

the shot moves to show the shadow of jks hands on the wall. we see the sand falling through his fingers but also something that looks like petals (but is actually pieces of ripped pages) flying out of his hands. (this part reminds me strongly of the just one day mv)

jk stands up and watches the paper pieces flying away

a tunnel starts to pull out from the waterfall towards jk

jimin stands in the middle of the dance room as water pours from 3 vents high up and to the left and right of his head (1 on left 2 on right) ((i think this is definitely connected to jimin turning off the tap but idk how/why))

the fireplace in yoongis room suddenly bursts into flames engulfing the piano (among other things)

hobi curls in on himself in the same way jin does in the i need u mv and the awake short film

yoongi smirks at the flames in front of him (this seems important since jimin kept a neutral expression the whole time)

jk starts walking towards the tunnel in the waterfall

Side Note: this isn’t really imporant but jin looks so good in this mv i love him

tae is walking around staring at the flickering phones on the wall. i cant read his expression it seems to range between fear/wonder/awe/curiosity

he suddenly focuses on something on one side of the room (here we go boys this connects to the ‘tae is the hooded figure’ theory)

shot goes to jk starting to open a pair of doors (which are assumed to be in the tunnel)

goes back to tae but this time hes looking at the ‘save me’ sign in the arch

in the chorey tae and jimin walk around each other then past one another while holding each others arms.

Side Note: jimin turns his head to look back at tae but tae just looks at the floor in front of him

jk walks through the doors into jins white room.

jin isn’t there anymore. all the curtains are closed. theres still paper on the floor from the explosion. there are 6 coat racks (there could be 5 but im pretty sure theres 6) in the middle of the room (from singularity)

jk walks over to the coat racks and you can see over his shoulder a figure wearing a dark cloak/hood. (there are pictures of tae wearing this cloak with the hood down and BOY)

in the chorey jin and jk stand facing each other with the other members in a circle around them. both jin and jk have their hands raised as if theyre reaching for something

the other members run forwards very close around jin and jk and freeze around them with heads lowered

at the very last second jk drops his head and his hand and leaves jin reaching up alone.

OKAY FINALLY THATS IT.

thanks for reading all the way through please let me know if anythings wrong or if you have anything else to add!

#fake love #bts #bts theory #fake love theory #ahhh this is a LOT #im sorry kwjhrfjdwahfr #my theorys #this isnt a theory its more a list of observations other people can use for their theories

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cruzrogue · 6 years

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Baby and Cat Hold Hands - :) (wanted to give credit to the vid)

Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon - WEEK 2

This Week’s Prompt Is:

Wanting.

(Off of the Vera series) on A03

***Saw this gif and it reminded of Vera.***

Summary of the Queen Clan

William wants a dog. Oliver wants sleep. Felicity wants coffee. Raisa wants Vera to stop bringing her presents. Vera wants to comfort the baby. (A story about Vera and her humans)

~William

He lays on the bed reading a book when he feels her presence always coming from where his feet dangle off the bed. She plops herself between him and the book as if this is now her time and like usual he begins petting her. When she stretches before him he moves the book to read latter and concentrates on rubbing the cat before him. He likes his parent’s cat but really wanting to have a dog.

Vera can’t go out for a walk or play fetch with a Frisbee. She is still nice to talk to as she just looks at him acting like she can understand. He tells her how much he would love to have a canine friend and tells her his version of cool names he would give it. Hopeful with a dog unlike Vera it wouldn’t try to nap on his homework.

He looks at the time and jumps up making Vera jump with him.

“Oh man I need to take a shower.” He says sniffing himself. He is excited about joining the team and getting a uniform that he will be fitted when he goes with his dad to the center. He walks to push her off his shirt which she decided to conveniently lay on. “Come on Vera, do you think I can hassle dad for a dog when we pass the pet shop?” She’s grooming herself now but looks at him with her tongue sticking out. She gets up as he pulls the shirt and she knows she won’t be able to relax in his room so she goes on her way but finds some good twill under his bed and is excited by adding it to her collection.

~Felicity

Oh, the aroma gets her every single time. She had to make a conscience choice to change the route to work to keep away from such an addiction. How she misses those lattes even after months of renouncing caffeine in her diet.

How her husband tried his best in liquefied goodness he would make for her and she tried, tried so badly to make an appreciative face only tell him to stop because she didn’t want to murder him in his sleep. He took it quite well actually, which at that time made her suspicious of him. Until Raisa took it upon herself to create dishes and drinks with little homemade remedies of old family recipes. It helped so much for all these months but coffee oh how she misses thee oh the wanting of her beloved coffee.

How the local coffee shop she loves has this one commercial that gets her each and every time!

She hums the ridiculous jingle without even noticing until she does and she is horrified. When she found herself pregnant that was one of the vices she gave up thinking it would be easy because it was made out of love. She was wrong. Nothing is easy in this life she should have known better.

Felicity standing now in front of the crib were she just laid the most precious thing in her life. She knows her husband is tired he has been the doting father since their baby’s birth. Letting her take naps as he tends to things and last night the bundle of joy kept them up all night.

Arms wrap around her as he looks over her shoulder.

“Finally, some quiet.” He whispers. Felicity nods as she turns into his embrace.

“Why don’t you get some sleep. I’ll need to get some work done anyhow.”

He doesn’t say another word as he leads his wife out of the nursery. Once safely away from the room he still whispers, “I promised to take William to get fit for…”

“It’s today?”

“Yea, so anyhow we should be back by dinner time.”

“Okay.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” And they give each other a sweet departing kiss.

She keeps away from the kitchen area when she knows Raisa will be having her usual cup of bitter Russian coffee even that sounds delightful that is why sugar was invented for and right now just a sip would make her resolve falter.

Seeing their cat stop and drop something from a distance than pick it up again. Felicity asks out loud, “Hey Vera, wait what is that in your mouth?” Felicity goes in for a closer look and Vera bolts to one of her special hiding spaces. “It better-not-be a critter.” She’ll need to have Oliver check these special spots just in case but right now she has work to do.

~Oliver

Oliver looks around his home as he would say just weeks ago it was typically quiet with maybe some background noise like low music coming from the kitchen area if Raisa was making them dinner or a left on television screen because his son had a tendency to never turn off any appliances when he was done and he can’t forget the last person whose words he is drawn to is usually found anywhere in the house but on speaker phone talking business. His home life was quiet, comfortable, a peaceful place to unwind.

He loves being a father. It’s a lot of work to be hands on but so gratifying. Watching the process of his wife through her pregnancy was a dream he never thought years ago he’d get and now he is the father of two beautiful souls.

He oversaw the construction of their home while she was busy building the corporate empire. He is lucky that John took care of all security and between Felicity’s business and Oliver being interest in public office having dinner with the Diggles, Oliver questioned why John didn’t start a security firm and like always he said he isn’t a pencil pusher no offense to him and Felicity. That is probably another future conversation because John is more than just a bodyguard and the famous driver of a supposedly spoiled heir.

He smiles as he sees his wife look at the finally sleeping child and he interrupts her as he wraps his arms around her enjoying the sight before him. He will need to take William to get his sports uniform fitted before practice in less than a months’ time. His family and anything mundane is just perfect compared to his nightly adventure where he needs to be ready for anything. Coming home to ordinary things is just immaculate even though he is so tired, wanting of sleep that he’ll need to get at least some jolt of caffeine maybe before heading out.

He departs ways from Felicity as he heads to the kitchen he feels hungry so maybe he’ll even make a sandwich or something but as he gets closer he smells the baked goods Raisa made earlier that scent already making him float on air.

He sees her looking at a cup she just took out of a closed cabinet and the exasperated look on her face has him ask why. She jumps a little and gives him a scowl.

“Sorry.” Is his quick response. He enjoys her company and the coffee with a delicious bread that will satisfy him until dinner time.

~Vera

Vera jumps up to see what’s happening with the new member of the family. For a long time, her humans didn’t let her get close to the new smelly loud creature. She could smell it from where she is perched every time and mostly her human sunshine would lay the wrapped loud presence on some surface she isn’t allowed on. She gets batted away many times and the word shoo is a constant vocabulary for those precious two-legged members of her pride.

She adores each member of the household and each had a ranking from their connection. Like the protector the one who she knows is her always. He teaches and comforts her and each encounter is stimulating and soothing.

The sunshine who loves to throw her the toys she fetches and mutilates before bringing it back to the awaiting hand. Best ear scratches ever those finger tips feel so great must be all those paw exercises tapping against those machines that give off hot air she likes in the cold days she lays on them for heat.

The patter who loves to talk about stuff she can’t understand as he pets her fur. He has the added bonus of cleaning up after her she doesn’t mind he does a good job maybe the protector is grooming him to have his own student. Though that doesn’t make her too happy to think of so when that thought crosses her mind she swats at his hand making him yelp out and she is content again serves him right training to add another fur into the domestic abode.

There is also the mistress of food who gives her the meals that has her swoon down and chomp on and then lets her stretch out and groom herself before she feels a brush of some kind help her along. She deserves gifts and she gets them on a daily ritual. Going about her day looking for items suitable to the care taker who always needs this container to drink that awful smelly hot liquid that is consumed by many of her two-legged pride.

There are others like chipper sun who took her in for some time when she was young. She still shows her appreciation when she comes around and gets her scent once she shows her loving devotion by rubbing her head all over. Most of the time it doesn’t work out so well as chipper sun tries to keep her from the head bunting but she tries every time.

What has her perplexed is the new scent that entered her world. All the two-legs kept her from investigating not even letting her have a close up to leave her own scent. When all that changes she meets the blanket wonder and it miraculous it so small and actually smells better than expected. It makes noises that has her ears perk up sometimes a little too loud for her liking. It is strange this little wonder makes gestures and has everyone on edge that is an interesting power and she respects that dominance in a way so she just gazes down at the powerful being and keeps guard.

~Raisa

Her coffee time is always engulfed by finding a gift on or near her cup. She has taken a liking of the very energetic fur ball Mr. Oliver is so over the moon with. Every day about the same time she enjoys a cup of wonderful strong coffee with the baked goods that have been prepared. It’s the time that Ms. Felicity stays away from the kitchen area since she gave up the liquid of the gods as so she says in numerous times they have conversed.

She has found lint, furballs, vomit, string, small knickknacks, and feline toys embedded around her cup and as soon as she goes to grab her cup Vera is there purring in satisfaction of a job well done but today she is nowhere to be found.

It is a sweet sad story on how the once little kitten lost her mother but received human parents that had made the kitten shine until the tragic events of the shooting that had made Ms. Felicity bound to a wheelchair the kitten went to live with her mother and with the subsequent breakup it seemed Vera may lose once again.

She smiles at how he tells the story of Vera coming back home and how he didn’t know that this particular ball of energy helps him concentrate on what matters because his single-mind-focus sometimes when it comes to family isn’t really appreciated by the family.

Grabbing a cup to get some coffee she sighs as she sees stuffing placed in her favorite drinking mug and knows exactly who the culprit is.

“Everything okay?”

She jumps at being startled with a scowl, “Ms. Felicity is correct on that bell collar she so frequently addresses.”

“Raisa you’ve never had a problem before. I do remember being caught red handed many times as a young boy sneaking around.” She makes an agreeing gesture. “So, what has your mind occupied that you didn’t hear me?” She shows him the inside of her cup. It has him stumped who would put lint, intertwined twine, and something that looks like couch stuffing in her favorite mug? He thinks William as some sort of prank but he knows better. Felicity wouldn’t want to aggravate someone who makes her the best comfort food matching her many moods since pregnancy.

“It’s okay Mr. Oliver it’s a daily gift that I wish not for.” He gives her a strange look. “The four pawed family member’s way of showing how much she appreciates me.” She thinks even when she is not wanting it she appreciates the gesture.

“Vera? But your cup is stored in the cabinet. How?”

“Is she not a Queen? Its seems the Queens always find a way.”

His mouth opens and then closes he can’t argue with that. Raisa cleans her cup and grabs him one as well as he sits at the counter. He takes a knife and slices a few pieces and waits for her to sit as he offers her the plate. They sit in silence enjoying the warm delicious meaty bread roll. Another moment that she will file as sweet memories to be. Seeing him content but yet so very tired.

“It has been an exhausting few months, but it is really nice that your living here again on this land your family has called home for years.”

He looks around the kitchen it’s a replica of the original. All the family photos in storage sorted and things he, Felicity, and Thea loved with the opinions of their friends and family on building a new estate for the Queen family. William’s game room that he so hoped to have to Oliver’s idea of an ultimate play zone for Vera. Felicity teased him that their baby would follow suit and shadow the cat around their home. He really hopes not because it would give him a heart attack if his bundle of joy is hanging off the cat walks around the high ceilings.

“I hope to do it right this time?” He says more to himself than to her. Her hand touched his shoulder just above his heart.

“You have a good heart Mr. Oliver.” He gives her a tired smile but it reaches his eyes as he adores the woman before him.

After dinner has been served and they are spending some time together in the family room. Felicity takes out her camera phone and tapes the sweet moments each have with the baby but what catches all their attention is the first interaction between Vera and the newborn.

Felicity is on her knees recording them, their first meet. Oliver standing guard ready to pull Vera if needed. Both Raisa and William across sitting on another sofa as the baby is been propped by an oversized pillow and Vera finally gets to touch the squiggly new playmate. She smells the baby and after her fill plops down near its feet put close enough to the chubby fingers that are feeling her presence.

Everyone making oohhs and aahhs and smiling ridiculously. The baby is a little fussy and a hand touches Vera’s face and Oliver is ready to grab her when the most adorable thing Felicity catches on film. Vera looks at the new family member as she puts out her paw and its reciprocated as her new playmate holds her paw.

Oliver looks at Felicity with a broad smile as he hears his son tell Raisa how cute that was. Felicity finally looks at her husband after she turns off the camera and wipes a tear from her face. Their wanting to see how well this first real meeting would go and its on film how beautiful the moment really was.

“So, dad like I was saying in the car…” William started.

Oliver shakes his head somewhat amused but very bewildered. “William, we all love you very much. We know you want a dog this is not the time.”

“But…”

Oliver continues, “Felicity wants coffee, even Raisa wants less feline gifts, and I want some real rest but we don’t always get everything right on the spot. Someday maybe.”

“Okay, I understand.” William concedes. “So basically, us humans don’t get what we are wanting but someone here looks like she got what she wanted.”

Vera as on cue starts purring softly as her ears point slightly to the side and slightly forward, she is totally in a happy and relaxed state. Oliver reached over and pets her. She let out a soft low meow.

“Yea buddy, she is totally happy.”

The End.

#olicity #olicity hiatus fic-a-thon #ohfat 2018 #oliver queen #felicity smoak

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moku-youbi · 7 years

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Do Dis: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

I was tagged by both @granpappy-winchester and @vulcanplomeeksoup, thanks guys, this is fun! I’m going to follow along with those who’ve been including excerpts from the fics I’m currently working on--there are a lot of others I’ve outlined or are in the queue, but these are the ones that actively have my attention!

1. Invisible!Will (or I Do Wander Everywhere) Chapter 9:

He would have thought it maddening, not being able to see Will while touching him. Hannibal has imagined Will’s beauty laid bare to him, the flush of his skin, eyes luminescent in the low light, lips kissed red. But oh, this is somehow all the more thrilling. Putting Will together by touch alone, defining the empty space he can see by the sighs Hannibal’s touch coaxes forth, the slide of Will’s thigh, solid and strong between his legs, the jut of Will’s pelvic bone pressing into the softness of Hannibal’s lower stomach, the elegant line of Will’s spine twisting away, even as his grip on Hannibal’s collar tightens and pulls him nearer.

2. His Soul to Keep (Kuroshitsuji AU) Part 4:

Behind them, Will was aware of Reba ushering a stunned Jimmy and Brian from the room, and he closed his eyes briefly in dismay, hands clenched at his sides. Another rash, impulsive action, and it was all Hannibal’s fault. The door swung closed, and Will opened his eyes again, gaze drawn to the mark on Hannibal’s cheek, already a vivid red in the shape of Will’s hand.

Hannibal observed Will from under the fall of his silky hair, eyes unmistakably red. They flared with barely restrained power, as Hannibal’s fingers came up to prod gingerly at the edges of the mark. He could have healed it, but he did not, and Will’s stomach dropped at the realisation. There was that uncomfortable, all-encompassing heat, as relentless as August in New Orleans. It swept through Will’s veins, setting him alight from within.

Will swallowed hard and fought the urge to take a step back. <i>He</i> was the master here. Hannibal moved slowly and smoothly as a shadow, coming around the island and crowding into Will’s space. He raised a hand, and Will flinched, half-expecting a slap in return, but Hannibal’s palm came to rest gently against his cheek. His gloved thumb traced the dip beneath Will’s lip. “And what, my Lord, is my transgression?”

“Don’t play stupid with me,” Will said, and was secretly pleased with how even his voice remained, how he managed to rein in the full-body shudder that Hannibal’s touch provoked.

3. How Pale and Wanton Thrillful (My Radiance offering, so you won’t be seeing any more of this for a while :D):

In the evenings, his tiny shack seems to shrink down to the beams of lamplight cast across the floor. Will’s no stranger to living in small spaces, and he finds it comforting--grounding, really, to have everything he needs to survive close at hand. Just a kitchen and the pullout sofa, and a row of dog beds. Will can fling open the windows and leave the door open to the screen. The breeze comes in off the water, and it’s enough to cool down the whole house.

It’s been a couple of weeks and looking back he’ll realise it happened too gradually for him to see outright, but he should have known. First it’s in the lazy turn of the ceiling fan, click click clicking away. Stripes of shadow and illumination flickering over the page of the book before him--light then dark, light then dark.

Will finds himself studying the shadow rather than the words, and everything else slips away. The gentle chorus of insects and the crash of the waves, Daisy’s chew-toy squeaking, even the sound of the pull-chain clinking. Nothing but the whir of the fan blades slicing through the air. Air that is suddenly denser, pressing in against his skin, dragging through his lungs. How sharp the blades must be--as sharp as the one he’d wielded on the cliffside…

4. Orphan!Hannibal part 2:

Will’s mind could resist all he wanted, but his body made its interest known. His heart would race, caught in his throat when he first saw Hannibal’s face, the lines growing more angular, though there remained a roundness in his cheeks. His palms were constantly sweaty, no matter how often he rubbed them against his jeans, when Hannibal sat too close beside him. Hannibal would crowd close in the kitchen, hips and shoulders and arms bumping as they worked together to prepare dinner, and a fire caught low in his stomach and he was flustered and disoriented and fucking miserable.

5. Make No Mistake Spacedogs a/b/o WIP:

It doesn’t take a whole fuckin’ lot of effort to figure out there’s a lot more going on there. Given the proximity to places like Vegas and LA where the sextrade is alive and well, it’s no surprise that The Golden Rest serves as an underground railroad of sorts for Omegas fleeing their owners--whether that’s an abusive Alpha or a domineering Madame.

No Alphas or Betas get anywhere near the place. There’s a perimeter wall patrolled by Betas a good couple of miles from the actual resort. Nigel knows the simplest way to gain access, but he isn’t ready to go to those lengths for this job. Instead he sets up camp at a local bar, and it isn’t long before some of the staff begin to trickle in.

Gaby once told Nigel he was sinisterly charming, and to be honest, he hadn’t even had to try very hard to win her over in the beginning. When he puts his mind to it, he can have the most intransigent asshole eating out of the palm of his hand. But these people, they’re eager to talk to an outsider, and a Beta is all the better--different from their fellow Omegas they’re surrounded by day in and day out, good conversation and flirtation with the potential for something more, and without the underlying threat that comes part and parcel with an Alpha.

#hannigram #spacedogs #my fic #snippets

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tarysande · 7 years

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Fic Update: Any Four Walls: Cool Aunt

Heyyy, why not update a story I haven’t updated in more than a year while everyone is off playing new game? *finger guns*

(In all seriousness, sorry for the long delay. I don’t anticipate one NEARLY as long again. This chapter sets up an arc I’ve had in my head for years!)

On AO3

Cool Aunt

After three hours spent as sole caregiver to her brother’s daughters, Solana was beginning to have serious doubts about her own suitability as a parent, which made her current state of impending motherhood all the more terrifying. No going back now. Not even if she was having sudden visions of just how woefully underprepared she was. And she was. In vivid color.

Taking the girls off their parents’ hands for a day had seemed like such a good idea at the time. Step one to reaching coveted cool aunt status. Girls day out. Or in. Something. Fun. Definitely fun.

To be honest, she hadn’t actually thought that far ahead when she made the offer.

Garrus had an itinerary of political obligations as long as his arm, which only made Solana shudder and wonder how she could ensure her own position in the Hierarchy rose no further than it was already. Though Shepard had been perfectly willing to stay and entertain the children, Garrus did not disguise how much he wanted her with him. More than that, Solana knew they were far more effective a team when working together, especially when it came to fighting for things they believed in. Solana wasn’t privy to the details, but whatever it was they were dealing with now left a grim expression on her brother’s face whenever he thought no one was looking. Shepard’s wasn’t much better.

While arguing with one or the other of them was possible, when they presented a unified front, Sol wasn’t sure they’d ever actually failed. Being on kid-duty for a day seemed a small price to pay, if it helped relieve some of the tension lurking beneath her brother’s plates or in the furrowed cant of Shepard’s human brows.

Off they’d gone, and with them Naxus and her father to their respective work, leaving Solana in possession of two sleepy girls and many hours to fill. The sleepiness had worn off after breakfast, replaced by the kind of frenetic activity Solana usually associated with a firefight. Or stims. Or stims during a firefight.

And that was only hour one.

On hour four, tired to her bones and having exhausted all avenues of entertainment via vid-watching or reading or playing in the garden with nothing resembling nap time in sight, Solana bundled the girls into her skycar and took the scenic route into town. This served the dual purpose of helping pass time and avoiding some of the worst areas of Reaper destruction still in the process of being cleaned up. She didn’t need to ask to know Tyrra was uneasy; the girl sat in the back seat with her hands folded, looking anywhere but out the windows. Beside her sister, hip pressed to hip and shoulder to shoulder, Rose kept up a steady stream of conversation requiring no responses. Most of it seemed to be about some vid series Solana had never heard of.

With sinking certainty, Solana realized she was going to have to know these things at some point. Hot vids, and the names of the characters in them. The right toys. Lingo.

How to change a dirty baby. How to feed one. How to stop one from crying.

“Spirits,” she muttered under her breath.

“Are you okay, Auntie Sol?”

“Of course,” she lied, wondering about the stats on new parents who somehow broke their offspring in the first week. Or day. Or hour. She wondered if there was a record. She wondered if she was going to break it.

Machines she could do. Code? Without a doubt. Even the trickiest, most finicky wiring? Not a problem.

Real living creatures were a whole other matter.

There was, after all, a reason why she’d never kept pets.

“It’s just you have a real funny look, like the one Dad gets when he’s gotta go on the vids.”

“He hates the vids,” Tyrra added. Solana didn’t miss the way the girl’s subharmonics seemed to ask if Solana hated them the way Garrus hated public appearances.

With a touch more honesty than she was entirely comfortable with—and how honest were you supposed to be with children about things like this, anyway?—Solana replied, “I wasn’t busy hating anything, I promise.” One hand waved in the general vicinity of the alien lifeform now growing within her. “I’m only a little nervous about this whole having a kid of my own thing.”

“Why?” Rose asked, so guileless Solana could’ve hugged her. “You’ve been doing real good with us, except for when you almost mixed up the breakfast foods and when you almost locked us out of the house and when—”

Tyrra cleared her throat loudly.

“Oh,” said Rose. “Sorry. Yeah. You’re doing good. Definitely.”

She said definitely exactly the way Garrus would have said it. Only Garrus would have smirked. And then Sol would have had to kill him.

“I think you get used to it, anyway,” offered Tyrra, finally looking up from the hands folded in her lap. “Taking care of babies. They don’t do very much. Just eat and sleep and need their diapers changed. Mostly they like it when you hold them and sing to them, and they don’t like loud noises. They like to feel safe.”

Solana’s breath caught when she realized Tyrra was speaking from experience, and that the experience hid the kind of grief no nine-year-old kid should ever have known. Sol was forced to correct for an unintentional swerve. The weave and drop made Rose giggle.

“Well,” Sol said, too brightly, her subharmonics hiding nothing, “I have to admit I don’t have any experience at all. Garrus is the older brother; I think he did all the baby stuff when I was small. That’s what my mom always said when he pissed me off later, anyway: ‘Be nice to your brother, dear heart, he used to change your diapers.’”

“Dad’s pretty good with babies,” Rose agreed, kicking her feet back and forth. Solana noticed she was wearing different colored socks pulled up overtop of her envirosuit, one pink and one bright blue with sparkly stars. “Mom’s soooo bad.”

Tyrra’s mandibles fluttered in amusement. “She really is.”

Solana laughed. “If Shepard—of all people—can set such a low bar, maybe there’s hope I’ll be able to step over it.”

Tyrra glanced out the window and didn’t immediately look away; the smile remained on her face. Solana couldn’t help feeling it was a victory. “I think she doesn’t do well when she can’t talk to them.”

“Sounds about right.” Solana held up a finger. “She’s good with words.” She’s held up the other. “She’s good with guns.” Opening her palm, she shrugged one shoulder. “Something she can neither talk to or shoot at probably causes no end of discomfort. I should remember that.”

Tyrra laughed. Rose leaned forward against her restraints and said, “One time she almost dropped a baby someone wanted her to hold, like, for a picture? It was screaming and wriggling and the mom was all ‘Please, Commander Shepard’ even though Mom’s not a commander anymore but I guess that’s how everyone knows her and the baby was just like, ‘Wahh’ and Mom was getting all flustered until Dad kinda saved her and made a joke about always having her six even against, um, the most hostile hostiles? It was pretty funny. Then the baby puked right in her face. Like, a lot. I think it was on the vids. You should look it up.”

“Oh, I will,” said Solana, grinning. “I absolutely will. Now, girls, I was thinking we might do a little shopping, but we could also—”

When the crash sounded and the skycar began plummeting to the ground, Solana’s first thought was that there’d been some kind of rockfall—her route had taken them close to the mountains to avoid the worst of the valley’s Reaper destruction—but the screech of metal on metal whispered an even more alarming truth. They were under attack. Her fingers danced over the haptic interface, trying to wrestle back control and even out the car’s trajectory. Beneath her talons, her instruments recorded a flash of energy before flickering and dying.

She swallowed her panic because she had to. She had to.

In the shadow of the mountain, the interior of the vehicle was dark without its glowing lights and reassuring screens and readouts.

Rose screamed once, high and terrified. Tyrra remained silent, talons digging hard into the seat.

“It’s okay,” Solana said, breathless. The side of the car bounced hard off the rock face, potently punctuating her lie. She reached for the weapon at her hip, while scrambling for the other in its secret compartment under her interface panel. The first she attempted to hand to Tyrra, but the older girl only stared straight ahead, mandibles pulled tight to her face and eyes so wide Solana knew she was seeing something very different from the inside of a falling car.

—beasts wearing turian faces krogan bodies turian teeth tearing turian eyes and her leg her leg her leg leave me dad leave me just go on without me save yourself they’re turians oh spirits they were turians once—

Rose took the weapon before Solana could stop her. Her face was wet with tears beneath the envirosuit’s mask. With a weary sadness so at odds with her usual ebullience, Rose closed her hands around a grip far too big for her little hands and said, “I know what to do, Auntie Sol. Aim for the eyes. Always point at the eyes and pull and pull and pull and pull and don’t stop.”

Some of the pressure from above eased. The backup generator stuttered to life, providing enough power for Sol to get the safety landing gear mostly extended, though she had to release her restraints and reach for the manual controls to do so, and the damned things still stuck half-in, half-out. When the second crash came, her head hit the side window hard enough to make her see stars.

—turian faces krogan bodies turian keening from a monster’s throat—

The roar in her ears refused to diminish. Clutching at her weapon, she tried to see into the back seat, but her vision remained alternately blurred and dark. Pain arcing down her spine and across her belly stole a low keening note from her throat.

—i won’t leave you you know i won’t leave you—

Metal crunched. A third attack from above was enough to finally push the car into the dirt, and though the landing gear cushioned them somewhat, the lack of power and maneuverability sent Solana against the window again, curling so her back and cowl took most of the damage. She blinked, swiping at the blood in her eyes, gasping around the pain. She’d had worse. She’d lived through worse.

—turian teeth tearing—

“Rose? You okay, dear heart? Tyrra? Tyrra?”

“Yes,” replied Rose promptly. “Is…is it Reapers?”

“The Reapers are gone. I promise.” Solana swallowed hard, tasting yet more blood. Her bad leg felt strange, hollow. Like the phantom limb tingling she’d suffered before her surgery to replace it. Another screaming ripple of pain twisted her gut. “Is Tyrra—”

“She’s in the bad place.”

The driver’s side window imploded in a shower of glass that skittered across Solana’s plates without enough force to cause damage. She wasted neither time nor words, turning her gun in the direction of the sound and shooting. No satisfying sound of injury met her shots.

“Rose, tell me what you see.”

In a whisper, Rose said, “There’s a lot of legs, Auntie Sol. I can’t see their faces. It’s not Reapers. I think it’s—”

Unconsciousness found Solana before Rose finished. She fought it, clawing at the light with everything she had. Not enough. Not enough. Not enough.

—they’re turians oh spirits they were turians once—

#any four walls #shepard vakarian family shenanigans #shakarian #solana vakarian #garrus vakarian #femshep #rose and tyrra #mass effect #my fic #fanfiction #sorry

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