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[gumiluver]

Prompt 20 w geto? But the after math.. like yk, when reader keeps pushing his buttons after that 🤭 fem reader plsss

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prompt 20: “Behave. You don’t want to see the punishments I have in mind for you.”

lover <3: suguru geto x afab!reader

byr/byi: the content in this fic is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18–minors will be blocked (DNI), wc: 1.1K

cw: smut, nsfw, pwp, afab!reader, handcuffs, slight degradation, manhandling, dom/sub dynamics

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You really were testing his patience.

From the second the two of you woke up until this very moment—you had been egging Suguru on just to pull away at the very last second. The long glances, the shameless touches, the coy laugh you throw at him when he lets out a frustrated groan, a visible tent starting to form through his sweats. It was all adding up on him where he could, quite literally, feel his rationality start to slowly slip through his fingers.

He doesn’t hide it either—in fact, he wants you to see what you’re doing to him. A part of him honestly hopes that when you see the dark stain of his precum fade into his sweats that you’ll finally break and bend to his will.

But of course you had…different plans, to say the least.

At first it was fun, getting pampered and dotted on by such a pretty little thing like you, his loving sweetheart. Feeling your nimble fingers play with his hair, his chest, his cock—of course it was going to drive him towards the point of breaking. Hell, a single touch from you at this point would probably get him to cum in his pants prematurely.

You knew what you were doing to him too—taunting the big beast with a supple treat, but right when he goes in for the kill you spring up, giving a lame excuse like shoko or gojo texting you about an emergency, and all he can do is watch as you flaunt your pretty ass to the other room with a small giggle and mischievous glance.

Such a tease.

Sure—he’s a patient man, but what you’re doing to him was just downright cruel. He can’t help but wonder how much longer you’ll play with your food, feeling his own composure slip every second you even look at him. And fuck—is that a new perfume you’re wearing today? It’s making his mind turn into mush; you’re making him turn into mush.

And yet again here you are, sittin’ pretty on your Sugu’s lap, straddling his toned waist as he rested his hands on your hips, gently rocking you to and fro—aching for more of your touch, for more of you.

“Fuck baby, need to fuck you,” he grunts, brows furrowed and veins bulging from his arms. He grits through his teeth, trying his best to restrain himself and his perverted desires of punishing you. Call him vindictive, but he’s just aching to give you a little taste of your own medicine—for his pleasure, of course. He smirks wickedly, a sinister thought coming to his mind as he quickly switches the position the two of you are in—figuratively and literally.

You yelp at his actions, the sudden change in demeanor making you feel as if you had whiplash. You feel Suguru press his clothed groin harder and faster against your pussy, as if he were trying to fuck you through his clothes. Times like these made him wish he had his friends six eyes ability, wanting to forever imprint the entirety of your pleasure filled body into his brain and see your energy build, and build, and build until you can’t do anything but release it—lost in your own desires.

You figured he’d caught on to your antics with the way he’s gripping your wrists tightly above your head, rendering you helpless to his mercy. Big doe eyes meet sharp primal ones, and like prey getting caught you feign innocence—playing with your food a bit more.

And he does not appreciate that one bit.

Suguru growls, diverting his gaze from your face by diving into the crook of your neck. He knows he’ll give in if he meets your gaze, ultimately a sucker for pleasing his pretty girl. Instead, he gives you gentle nips and licks that decorate your neck, and trails his lips to ghost over the shell of your ear, his daunting voice reverberating throughout your body “Behave. You don’t want to see the punishments I have in mind for you.”

And of course, you just had to tempt the beast—per usual.

“Shhh baby, I know,” he coos at you, soothing the skin on your soft ass. Red marks adorn your glowing cheeks after taking him so well, and suguru can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt when he sees you cringe.

But then again, he wasn’t quite sure if that was a cringe of pain or pleasure—considering he’s got you stuffed full of his cock as you lay pitifully on top of him, and fuck did it make all the teasing worth it.

“S-sugu, I ca-*hic*-can’t…n-no more,” you cry, taking in his sharp and deep thrusts with a whimper and cry. Your wrists are cuffed behind your back, helpless to your lovers ministrations. The hand that was soothing your red ass moves slowly to the small of your back to press you further into him and sink you deeper onto his cock. The groan he lets out is ravenous, and he snickers at your yelp when you take him to the hilt, remaining composed as he ignores your pleas for mercy.

You really didn’t think he’d react so strongly to some teasing as simple as this, but seeing your usually stoic boyfriend become so primal and unhinged was a sight so sacred that it made you yield to him.

You—his little firecracker—were finally under his demand, and he’d be damned if he let this opportunity slip from his fingers. He’ll make sure to take his time and draw out each and every one of those mind-numbing orgasms that Suguru and only Suguru can pull out of you, wanting to imprint this memory into your mind and show you just how mean your sugu baby can be.

“Oh yes you can, and you will,” he growls, giving you another sharp thrust that has you yelping and clenching your jaw. He smoothes the arch of your back, calming your poor, aching body—a sinful balance of dominance and praise that makes you willingly croon and comply.

His other hand surprises you by coming up towards the nape of your neck, grabbing a fistful of your hair, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. Your wince tells Suguru that your feigning innocence again, because what good girl would clench their pussy so tightly when they get their hair pulled like a common slut?

“You dug your grave, and now you’ll lie in it, pretty girl. Take your punishment nicely, or I promise it’ll be worse.”

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[lanitalay]

Back to the basics

Cassian x reader

Premise: Cassian has been working too much, reader is upset

a/n: hello loves, this is my first cassian fic and I'm kind of unsure about it since I've never written for him specifically but hopefully you enjoy it!

warnings: tiny bit of angst (minuscule)

Masterlist

“Cass!” You yell from the bottom of the stairs and wait for your mate to answer.

“Cassian!” Now climbing up, and a little agitated you walk into your bedroom and expect to see him sprawled out on the mattress. But the room is empty and the bed is cold. You roll your eyes and send Rhysand a mental insult. There’s only one place he could be. 

You had grown tired of asking him to take a break and rest. Maybe it was selfish, but you missed your mate. Wanted his attention only on you, like the old days. When he would whisk you away for picnics and spontaneous camping. You couldn’t say you were the outdoorsy type. Having been born and raised in the heart of the Rainbow, you were a proper city girl. But Cassian loved all of that, and you loved him more than what was rational. 

The door to the study was closed and you could hear him shuffling around in there. Probably frustrated with something happening in the Illyrian Mountains, or maybe Eris sent word of Beron’s newest antics. It must not be grave though, since no one called an emergency meeting. Whatever he was dealing with could wait. 

Once the tent and food supplies were packed you barged into the office. “I’m busy right now, sweetheart.” 

“Cassian, I’m going to say this with love. You are a workaholic.” He scoffed “just give me a few minutes-” 

“No! You’ve been in here for who knows how long. I supposedly have a mate but I never see him. We never talk and if we do it's “Devlan this” or "Kier that” or “Eris said” and I’m sick of it! I’m pulling you out. Come on.” You grab his arm and drag him out of the stuffy office. All the way down the stairs he’s complaining “sweetheart, I’m sorry but I have to work, it's time sensitive-” he finally stopped talking when he saw all of his camping gear packed up in the middle of the sitting room. 

“What-”

“We are going camping. Like we used to, you remember? When you still paid attention to me?” Cassian groaned, “I’m sorry I’ve been caught up with work-” 

“Nope. That word is forbidden. If you mention anything to do with work you will have to face… undesired consequences. I’ve told Rhysand to leave you alone for a few days. Let's go.” 

“Are we walking or..?” You smile, he didn’t put up much of a fight.

“You are flying us, silly.” Hand him the bulky gear and then open the door for him to walk out. 

“We can’t go too far if I’m going to be carrying all of this.” You jump in his arms and kiss him on the cheek “let’s go to that little island where we used to see the dolphins.” 

He considered it. The flight was longer than what he would have wanted but you had some precious memories there and he knew that you were trying to do something nice for him. “Alright.” 

After a comfortable flight, Cassian immediately set you, and all of the gear down. “What should we do first?” He asked as he looked around, trying to find a spot to set up camp.

“Let’s set up the tent, then go fishing.” 

Cassian nodded and pointed out a level patch of grass nearby. You begin by taking out the tent from the bag and organizing all of the little sticks and stakes in bunches so you knew how many you had of each. 

“Do you remember how to do this?”

“Well… I think this went together-” he snaps a few sticks together “and then it goes through the loops on the tent.”

“No, I don’t think that’s right.” You distinctly remember that the loops were for securing the rain tarp. Cassina sighed. “Sweetheart, I’ve set this tent up enough times to know how.”

“Well, sweetheart, you haven’t touched this tent in over fifty years so you’re probably misremembering.”

“Do you really want to fight right now?”

After a deep breath you reply “no, but you’re wrong. Those things go through these sleeves.”

Cassian did as you said and the tent was up in a matter of minutes. You grabbed the fishing rods and walked towards the shore. There was a dock that ended near a reef where fish were abundant. It was also the place where you and Cassian had your first kiss. 

Back then you were smitten with the giant Ilyrian but Cassian was sweating cold, unsure if you felt the same. He brought you here for a picnic and when the sun began to set you grew frustrated and asked “Cassian, be honest, do you want to kiss me?” He choked on a piece of cheese and struggled to articulate that “yes, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to kiss you and-” you pounced. Latching your lips to his and kissing him until you were both panting. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” You smile at him. Months later Cassian told you that he knew he was done for when you smiled at him like that, wild and wicked. 

“Cass?” He hums, eyes focused on the line he just threw, waiting for it to bob. 

“Do you still like me?” 

“What?” You throw your own line. 

“Well, we’ve been together for so long I sometimes wonder if you like me. Like if you saw me walking down the street would you still feel attracted to me?” 

“Of course I’d be attracted to you. You’re the most beautiful creature I have ever seen and I mean that as a fact not a compliment.” 

You give him a soft slap on his shoulder “you old sap.”

“What about you?”

“I think you only get more attractive as the years go by.” The fishing rod bends down, signaling that a fish took the bait. This is where Cassian always takes over and pulls out the catch with minimal effort. 

The sun was setting and you sat flush to Cassian, head resting on his shoulder as he hoped to catch at least one more fish for dinner. You were drawing idle lines on his hand and forearm, just how you knew he liked it.  “Cass?”

“Yeah?”

“Is it that I’m annoying to be around or something?” 

He shifted “what do you mean?” 

“Well you’re always doing something else and I… it sometimes feels like you’re taking on so much because you don’t want to come home and spend time with me. I mean today I had to drag you out of that study.”

 He sets the rod down and turns to face you. His hands come up to cup your face, he almost flinches when he sees your eyes, hard and unfeeling. He knows you’re bracing yourself for whatever he’s about to say and something inside him cracks. “Y/n, I… I’m so sorry if you feel that way but that is the farthest thing from the truth. I treasure our time together and… if I’ve been absent it has nothing to do with you.” 

He feels the roll of your eyes like a stab to the heart “you say that but you don’t even make it home for dinner most days.”

“It's just- y/n, we came so close to losing everything. The war, Hybern, the Cauldron- we are still here by pure luck. I was out there doing my best to keep you safe and it was not enough. Nothing I did was enough. But now we’re here and we know something is happening. Koshchei, Beron and who knows if Hybern had other allies looking for retribution. The only thing I can think about is that now the world knows Velaris exists and you are here if something were to happen… if another attack happens and you get hurt- that would kill me. So I try to stay on top of everything because it's the only way I can sleep at night. Sweetheart, I love you, I love you with everything that I am and everything that I’ll ever be. I’m sorry, just-” 

Cassian stops talking when you wrap your arms around him in a desperate hug, face buried in his chest. He hugs you back and his heart sinks as he hears you sniffle and moisture pricks at his skin. “Sweetheart you don’t need to cry- I’ll be home more, I’ll-”

“No Cas, you don’t need to do anything. I- I’m just so selfish and self centered. Here I was mad at you while you’ve been carrying all this burden and I could only think of myself. You deserve better than a spoiled brat and-”

“What are you saying?”

“I should be apologizing to you!” Tears are cascading down your cheeks now as you burst with emotion “please forgive me, we can go home right now if you want.” You begin to stand up but Cassian pulls you down again. 

“Don’t you see? You’re right. I’ve been obsessing over potential problems but I haven’t been home and you are entitled to react to that because I vowed to you to always be by your side and I’m sorry I failed you-”

“Don’t say that! You haven’t failed anyone. I just- I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

“So how are we gonna fix this?” 

“I’ll be home everyday for dinner and we can have lunch together in a cafe and-”

“Don’t suggest I train with you.”

“But babe it would be quality time spent together.” You giggle and wipe away the drying tears from your eyes. “I’ve seen you train and trust me, I’d die.” 

“Are we good?” You nod and crawl into his lap to straddle him. With both hands on his neck, you pull him towards you in a kiss that reminds you of your first. 

He deepens the kiss with a nip to your lower lip and his hands come to squeeze your hips. You pull away “do you want to-” before you can finish, he mumbled a “yes” and began carrying you back to your campsite where you would not be getting any sleep.

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Weekly Fic Rec 48

JFC IT'S COLD! At least where I'm at (negative degrees Fahrenheit). If it's cold where you're at, stay inside, get cozy, and read some good fics! Here are some recs!

First time for everything (or the time when Batman slept on the job) by PinkGold - Superbat, complete. A lovely fluffy fic about Batman being sleepy and Superman taking him to bed.

sever the blight by TheResurrectionist - Batfam, complete. The JL and Batkids get stranded on a planet with little to no food. Bruce gives his food rations to his kids. Much angst, especially for Superman :(

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat, wip. More mer Bruce fic! More adorable sheep!

Broken Bones by Elegitre - Batfam, wip. Wing fic! Baby stalker Tim gets and injuried wing when stalking his favorite vigilantes. Luckily, Batman and Robin are there to help.

A Brief Respite by teeslover - Superbat, complete. Another eepy Batman fic, this time Robin is there!

Emergency Contact by Elegitre - Batfam, wip. An update of the fic where Tim lists Bruce as his emergency contact and gets injured. Bruce forgor to tell Jason about Tim. Angst ensues.

Mission: seducing Superman by Speechless_since_1998 - Superbat, wip. Bruce has acquired a Cass and is getting ready for a date with Clark. Talia has also entered the chat.

Coffee Mugs by Ktkat9 - Superbat, complete. Clark breaks his favorite mug :( Bruce finds him a new one :)

Double, Double, Toil and Trouble by HummusandPeeta - Superbat, complete. Bruce gets cursed by a witch, and for some reason, Clark starts to get sick.

reap what you sow by ShowMeAHero - Superbat, complete. Clark gets kidnapped and ransomed. Bruce (not Batman) saves the day.

Just A Little Bit... by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, wip. An update to this Alien Clark and Eldritch Bruce fic. The batfam is reunited, but Clark finds out Lex has been doing some Shenanigans.

gentle but overwhelming by OkayAristotle - Superbat, complete. Bruce gets severely injured, Clark goes a little overboard with the "Get Well Soon" flowers.

we shall be free; we shall find peace by mediant - Superbat & Superfam, wip. Clark and Kon have a talk, Lex sends Clark on a mission to bug Bruce Wayne's computer. I am chewing on my nails, I'm so nervous (and excited!!!) to read what happens next! :D

The Brothers Wayne by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat & Batfam, wip. Bruce is still freaking out about his brother (Wade Wilson) visiting the manor. Kate stops by to (not) help, heehee.

The Big Night by Elegitre - Batfam, complete. Bruce finds toddler Tim wandering around alone at a gala. He falls in love with this lost child instantly. But where are Tim's parents?

Happy Reading!

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[melliejellybellybean]

It's a Tradition, Right?

Wrecker/Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: none really? does accidentally written miscommunication need a warning???

Food is the way to a man like Wrecker's heart. When his favorite Pabu resident surprises him with his favorite snack after a mission, he just can't help but confess to her. But is it really the picture perfect confession he imagined?

I am back! Once again participating in an amazing @cloneficgiftexchange organized by @ghostofskywalker.

This particular fic is written for @hunterscyarika with the prompts, "I'm falling in love with you" and "You're always on my mind." I really hope you love it! Wrecker was, surprisingly, the hardest clone I've written for so far, and I really hope I did him justice. Without further ado, I present to you: Wrecker's Guide on How to NOT Confess to Someone.

Well, if you squint your eyes and tilt your head, maybe it does look like the holo Omega showed you. The colors are a little off, and you lost count when you were measuring out the sugar, but that’s not what really matters. As long as it tastes like Omega and Wrecker’s beloved mantell mix. As long as you get to see one of Wrecker’s brilliant smiles when he tries it. 

Pabu was one of the most special places in the galaxy. A  paradise comprised of so many people from so many systems and cultures coming together in a perfect blend of peace and harmony. Even when tragedy strikes, like the sea surge a year ago, it provides an opportunity for the community to grow closer as a unit. It also provided you with an opportunity to meet the group of clones that called themselves the Bad Batch. 

You volunteered to help distribute blankets and other emergency supplies immediately following the surge, and your curiosity about the newcomers led you to approach the two little girls and one much larger man who fell asleep against the trunk of a large tree. You first placed a blanket around the two girls, then turned to the man and stopped short. He was gorgeous. Everything about his physique showcased the dangerous weapon that he was designed to be, but the way he laid there, entirely open and vulnerable, made you think there was so much more below the surface for him. He must’ve sensed your stare because he shifted and opened his eyes a bit, startling you out of your trance. You quickly tossed two blankets on him, only hesitating once before tossing one more for good measure and hastily walked off to hand out more blankets. 

You were perfectly content to leave your interactions with the clone and his sister at that, with you hopelessly pining from a distance while he was blissfully unaware of your existence. That plan lasted for about 12 hours, when the very next morning, the two clones waltzed right back into your life to help you distribute supplies. The girl cheerfully introduced herself as Omega and her brother as Wrecker while he effortlessly swooped up the box of rations that you had been struggling with just a minute before. The pair bonded quickly with you, and before long you found yourself thinking of them as your closest friends on Pabu. 

The time you spent with Wrecker did nothing to help your crush on him, and the time you spent apart helped even less. So, while the Batch was out with Phee on another adventure of liberating ancient wonders, you were stuck replaying your last interaction with Omega and Wrecker in your head. 

“It was a tradition on Ord Mantell.” Omega explained, “After every mission, we’d head straight to the mantell mix stand.” 

“I would do anything to have one last carton.” Wrecker reminisced. 

The spark in his eye was the thing that stuck with you the most. You wanted to see him with that look of pure adoration and happiness again. That desire led you to manically interview anyone you possibly could on Pabu for information about this mantell mix. None of Pabu’s current residents had come from Ord Mantell, and those that had visited it at one time or another were equally unhelpful. Eventually, you grew desperate enough to comm Echo, and after he scolded you for using his hyper encrypted comm channel for something as low priority as a mantell mix recipe, he was able to provide a really good description of the snack. Echo had been to many systems and planets during his time in the 501st, so eventually he was able to relate mantell mix to another type of sweet popped corn that you had eaten. 

Once you knew the basic principle of mantell mix, you were able to find ingredients and start attempting to recreate it easily enough. It took an embarrassing amount of batches to have a product that you were semi-happy with, and even now if you had more time, you would likely try it again. But Omega had commed you earlier that day to tell you that they would be arriving back to Pabu in a few hours, so this batch was as best as it would get. The corn wasn’t completely or evenly covered by the syrup, and the slightly grainy texture of the syrup made you think that you may have added too much sugar after you lost count, but a glance at your chrono let you know that you were running out of time. You hurriedly scooped some mantell mix into little cartons that looked somewhat similar to the ones in the holo, it had taken you an entire day to hunt those down, and set off to the top of Pabu’s mountain to wait for their ship to touch down. 

Pabu was a small island, and word must have caught that the Batch and Phee would be arriving today because there was already a small crowd forming when you got to the top of the mountain. Excited children were accompanied by their curious parents waited to hear the stories of this latest adventure, while young scholars and old historians gathered to see what ancient treasure Phee had tracked down this time. Once the ship landed, and the landing ramp descended, it seemed as though every person in the crowd was holding their breath. Eventually, Hunter stepped out of the ship, followed by Phee and Tech, then Omega, and finally, Wrecker. Some people in the crowd approached them with their questions about the journey, and many parents had to physically restrain their children from piling onto Wrecker, but you decided to stay put. If this mantell mix thing ended up going south, you’d rather have a smaller crowd of witnesses. You were currently holding the two cartons behind your back, your hands slightly shaking, and taking some deep calming breaths. What if the mantell mix brought back bad memories of Ord Mantell? You had never been able to hear the whole story of how the Batch ended up on Pabu, not that it was your business. What if you get their hopes up and then they’re crushed with disappointment over your attempt at recreating their favorite snack? 

But what if it went right? What if the surprise makes Wrecker’s face light up with that beautiful smile that you secretly hoped was only for you? What if he realizes that you’ve been here all along, hoping for the day that he’ll pick you up and twirl you around and-

Your embarrassing daydream is cut off by the sound of someone shouting your name. Looking up, you see a large figure, in gray and yellow armor, coming at you full speed with his arms spread wide for a hug. You come to your bearings, just fast enough to dodge out of the way, worried that his bear hug would crush the two cartons in your hands. 

His smile dips in confusion for just a second, but you greet him before he’s able to dwell on your aversion for too long, “Wrecker! How was the trip?” 

“Oh, you know, the usual.” Wrecker smirks, “Weird alien thing attacked us, Tech almost crashed, but Phee got her ugly vase, so our record is still perfect!” 

You laughed, his carefree attitude helping lift some of your nerves, as always. “Was it a hot desert planet or a swampy humid one this time?” 

“Neither! It had these nice grassy hills and mountains, and the weather was perfect.” Wrecker glanced down at you for a second, “I think you’d really like it, we’ll have to go back one day and maybe even have a picnic.” 

Your brain short-circuited at the thought of having a picnic in a grassy field with Wrecker, but before you could ask who “we” entailed, exactly, someone shouted “Boo!” and jumped out from behind you. 

Starting, you whirled around, “Omega! How long were you standing behind me?!” 

“Only for a bit.” Omega answered, in between her laughs, “Wrecker almost gave me away, but I signaled for him to be quiet.” 

You turned towards the older clone, a brow raised, but noticed that he hadn’t been listening to your conversation. His eyes were glued to your hands, which were miraculously still holding onto the two cartons. 

“Oh.” You backed up so both clones were in front of you and brought your hands out from behind your back, “Um, I remember you guys talking about mantell mix a few weeks ago, and I got really curious about it so… I did a lot of research, and talked to some people, most of which were not helpful, but I guess that’s expected. You would be shocked at how few people there are on Pabu that have been to Ord Mantell, and I think I still owe Echo and Rex an apology. But I think I got it right, or at least I hope so, I’ve never had it, so taste tests were pretty useless, but-” You cut off your rambling, took a deep breath, and held out the cartons, “It’s a tradition, right?” 

You were met with silence as five wide-eyed faces stared back at you. Apparently, in your rambling, you hadn’t noticed the two other members of the Bad Batch approach along with Phee. You only had a beat to start regretting all of your life choices, before everything exploded. Omega snatched the cartons out of your hands, thanking you over and over. Hunter sighed and rubbed his face, likely imagining the sugar high Omega he’d need to deal with later, but thanked you as well after seeing how happy she was. Tech began asking question after question about your research methods into Ord Mantell snacking culture and what other planets had similar treats and how they differed from other planets he had researched. 

You could hardly keep up with answering the questions and accepting the thanks and giving Hunter apologetic smiles every once in a while, when Phee interceded, “All right, this is exciting, but we do have things we need to finish up. Hunter, didn’t you say something about dropping off those crates by the docks? And Omega, I think Lyana’s been looking for you. I’m going to drop off this vase in the Archium, in case anyone wants to join me.” Hunter and Omega split off to their forgotten tasks. On her way past you, Phee gave you one last sly smirk and a wink before heading off with Tech trailing behind her, his face buried in his datapad. 

That left you alone, once again, with Wrecker. You noticed that his mantell mix sat untouched in its carton, and your nerves returned full force. Slowly, he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. His composure melted, and he looked up at you with a blinding smile. There’s that spark. 

He ate two more pieces and hummed in satisfaction. “I’m falling in love with you. This is perfect.” 

“Oh thank you.” You answered, before fully registering his first sentence to you. You froze, but he just continued to eat his snack. You blinked, “It took more attempts than I’d like to admit.” 

“Do you have leftovers from those? I’ll eat them too.” Wrecker spoke casually, like he hadn’t uttered anything about his feelings for you. 

“Um, yeah, a bit.” You desperately tried to keep up with the conversation, even though you were internally screaming. “I can bring some over, if you’d like?” 

“That’d be great. Oh! I didn’t even notice,” Your heart stopped as he sheepishly looked up, “I was supposed to help Hunter with those crates, I hope he’s not mad.” 

He quickly ate the rest of the mantell mix, then turned to rush off. If he bid you goodbye properly, you didn’t notice. You were too busy lost in your thoughts. The rest of the day went by in a blur. The entire mantell mix fiasco took up most of your mind, and the words “I’m falling in love with you” replayed over and over. 

“That’s enough!” You snapped to yourself as you laid in bed that night. “You’re being ridiculous. It just slipped out. It doesn’t mean anything. It changes nothing.” And for the first time, your mind went quiet. Of course. Wrecker was friendly and loud. He’s very loving to everyone. In the heat of the moment, with the shock of the surprise, the words slipped out. He didn’t even notice. It was an accident. 

But what if it wasn’t? 

Groaning, you rolled over, not knowing how you’d sleep tonight. 

…

Wrecker slept great that night. 

His dreams were full of sugary mantell mix and beautiful smiles, both of which made him think of you. Not that he was complaining. Thinking of you was his favorite pastime. 

“Wrecker, it’s time to go.” 

Unfortunately, Wrecker hadn’t had a good chance to see you since he confessed two weeks ago. 

“Wrecker, don’t make me say it again.” 

Whenever you both happened to be in the same general area, one of you was being rushed off in some direction and the most you could spare was a wave to acknowledge the other’s presence. 

“Wrecker! Can you hear me?” 

But Wrecker finally had an afternoon free, and no matter how busy you were, he was determined to steal you away, even if only for a moment. 

“Wrecker!” Hunter finally burst into Wrecker’s room. “The garden fence isn’t going to fix itself. Stop daydreaming about your girlfriend, get off your shebs, and come help me.” 

“Sorry, Hunter.” Wrecker finished putting on his boot and stood to follow Hunter out of the room. 

Hunter nodded in satisfaction, starting to turn around. “Wait a minute.” He whirled back to face Wrecker and shoved his chest. Wrecker, caught off guard, fell back to a sitting position on his bed again. “You didn’t correct me.” 

“Huh?” Wrecker tried to stand up again, but was only shoved back down. 

“You didn’t correct me.” Hunter pulled a chair up and sat on it backwards, his crossed forearms resting on the back. “Every single time I call that girl your girlfriend, you correct me. But not this time. So what did you do?”

Looking towards the doorway, Wrecker attempted to avoid his brother’s squinted gaze, but only met an identical one from Tech, who had heard the commotion and curiously wandered by. “I, uh…” Wrecker brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck. “I told her how I felt.” 

He shrugged and tried once more to stand up, but one look at Hunter’s face told him that this conversation was not done. 

“And?” Hunter pressed. “What did she say?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He wants the details, Wrecker.” Tech sighed from the doorway, where he made himself comfortable leaning on the frame. “How did the conversation go?”

“In exact words.” Hunter ordered. 

“Well, it was the day she gave Omega and I the mantell mix. And I told her I was falling in love with her.” A subconscious smile grew on Wrecker’s face as he remembered how enchanting you looked that day, with the sun setting behind you in Pabu’s sky. Then, for Hunter’s benefit, he added. “Oh, and that the mantell mix was perfect.” 

Frustrated, Hunter snapped his fingers in front of Wrecker’s face. “What. Did. She. Say?” 

“Uh,” Wrecker shook his head, “she said, ‘Thank you’.” 

“I don’t care about what she said about the mantell mix!” Hunter snapped.

“Wrecker,” Tech interrupted before Hunter resorted to violence, “What was her response to your confession? Are the two of you romantically involved in a relationship now?” 

“Well, yeah! I told her I loved her!” 

“Yes, and what did she say?” 

“She said, ‘Thank you’!” Now all three brothers were frustrated. 

“Okay.” Hunter took a deep breath. “Forget the garden fence, Tech and I can handle it. I think you need to go talk to your girlfriend.”

Tech sputtered some protests about his busy day and the plans he had later that were ruined now, thanks Wrecker, but those were largely ignored. 

Wrecker was more than a little confused, but he didn’t need to be told twice to spend time with you. He found you in the market, inspecting some produce from a nearby stall. 

You turned when he called your name, and this time, you weren’t quick enough to sidestep his hug. “Good morning, cyare.” He muttered into your ear. 

“Hey,” You greeted, “I didn’t expect to see you this morning. I heard something about a garden fence?”

“Nah, Hunter’s got that taken care of.” Wrecker pulled back from the hug to look at you, but he kept his arms firmly wrapped around you. 

You both stood there for an awkward second. Wrecker looking at you in contentment and you at him in mild confusion. “Did you… need something?” 

“Do I need a reason to come visit my girlfriend?” Wrecker asked. 

Your eyes widened. “Your what?” 

It was Wrecker’s turn to be mildly confused. “Yeah? Is something wrong?” His grip had loosened enough for you to step out of it. 

“I just… I didn’t know…” You shook your head, trying to ignore the feeling of your heart breaking. “I’m happy for you, she must be a lucky girl.” 

Wrecker looked at you for a bit before bursting out laughing. “Oh, I get it. You’re messing with me. That’s a good one, really had me going!” 

“What are you talking about?” You crossed your arms, “You didn’t tell me you got a girlfriend.” 

Wrecker blinked. “But you’re my girlfriend.” 

“I’m what?!” You scoffed. “Since when?” 

Wrecker’s smile started slowly slipping away, “Since I got back from that mission… for Phee’s ugly vase? Two weeks ago?” 

“Were you planning on telling me?” You raised a brow. 

“I did! When you gave me the mantell mix!” 

The words that have been haunting you for the past two weeks rang through your mind. “I’m falling in love with you.” 

Your jaw dropped. “I thought you were joking.” 

“Why would I joke about that?” Wrecker asked, shocked. 

“Because you joke a lot!” You defended, “Because you didn’t wait for me to respond and you didn’t bring it up again. I thought you weren’t serious.” 

“You did respond! I told you I was in love with you and you said-” Wrecker stopped. You said “Thank you” for his compliment to your mantell mix. And then he had to leave to help Hunter. You never did respond to his confession. “Oh…” 

He looked at you. Your eyes were glued to the ground, your arms crossed in front of you. Taking a step toward you, lifting your chin so your gaze met his. “I’m so sorry. I was so excited about getting to tell you how I felt that I didn’t even let you answer.” 

“It wasn’t your fault.” You stepped towards him this time, “I mean, it was a chaotic day for everyone.” 

“Yeah.” Wrecker cleared his throat. “I’m still really sorry about this mix-up. You probably had a lot on your mind that day, and you probably don’t feel the same, so I’ll just be going now.”

You grabbed his hands before he could turn away. “You’re always on my mind.” 

This time your confession left Wrecker speechless. So you continued. “I think about you all the time, and when you told me you loved me, I really hoped that you were serious. But then we didn’t see each other and when we did you acted like everything was normal, but I didn’t want it to be normal. I still don’t want it to be normal.” 

Then that smile crept onto Wrecker’s face. The one that accompanied that gorgeous spark in his eyes. “So is that an ‘I’m falling in love with you too’? And an ‘I’ll go out with you’?” 

“I’m falling in love with you too.” You responded, finally, “And going out with you depends. Will you actually ask me this time?” 

“Will you go out with me?” He asked, finally. 

“I’d love to.” You leaned in to place a small kiss on his cheek, but Wrecker had other plans. He turned his face, catching your lips with his at the last moment. Neither of you felt particularly motivated to pull back immediately, but when you did, it was accompanied by relieved laughs and loving glances. 

…

Omega was getting spoiled. She knew that, at any moment, she could visit your house and you’d have a supply of mantell mix ready for her. She also knew that, at any moment, she could mention visiting you and Wrecker would be more than happy to join her in her sneaking mission. However, she noticed that he never joined her in enjoying the mantell mix spoils, which was unlike him. Whenever she offered him some, he just smiled at you and said, “I’ve already got my prize.” 

For Wrecker, eating mantell mix on Ord Mantell gave him something to look forward to. It always meant that the mission was over and he was home with his family. On Pabu, he didn’t need to eat mantell mix to feel at home, he just had to look at you. 

Of course, you still greeted him and Omega after missions with a carton of mantell mix, and of course, he ate it then. You made it for him. And it was a tradition, wasn’t it?

#tbbe24 #wrecker x reader #the bad batch #wrecker tbb #a lil tech x phee for the soul #if you squint

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE PARENT TRAP *  assorted dialogue taken from the script, adjust as necessary

we've got a big, big day ahead of us.

now the question is, how do i get it out?

you must be new.

i would say you need some serious help.

now that's my kind of woman.

we traveled six thousand miles for... this?

it's rather picturesque, wouldn't you say?

i'll be fine. see you in eight weeks.

i'm positive i'd remember you.

sorry, wish i could, but i'm allergic.

sure. i'll take a whack at it.

why's everyone staring?

want me to deck her for you?

i'm so tired. i'm crawling back into bed and sleeping until lunch.

save yourself the aggravation. it's really disgusting.

you'll thank us for this. you'll see.

i feel so bad for you.

any of your pictures ruined?

i love oreos. at home, i eat them with peanut butter.

most people find that totally disgusting.

it's scary the way nobody stays together anymore.

will you stop thinking about your stomach at a time like this?

oh man, this is beyond coincidence. this is beyond imagination.

this is so freaky.

if you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

that's the way true love works. history's filled with stories of lovers parted by some silly misunderstanding.

i have a brilliant, beyond brilliant idea.

oh, right. sorry, i'm just a little nervous.

you sure you know what you're doing?

oh god, i hope she likes me. please like me.

you look fantastic. what did you do to your hair?

i just love how everyone drives on the wrong side here.

now you're even talking like an american.

i'm making a memory.

i can't believe it's you.

i'm sorry, it's just... i've missed you so much.

can you believe it? it seems like it's been forever.

i didn't realize you were so beautiful.

i found a stowaway in your suitcase.

can't you manage without me?

you don't think it's too over-the-top?

come on, let's see what all the fuss is about...

i like things exactly the way they are, thank you.

now let's see what disaster awaits us.

you can't avoid the subject forever.

we kind of hit it off immediately.

i knew you were going to ask me all these questions one day.

it just didn't work out.

get into these arms, you little punk.

what happened to you? something's changed. did you get taller?

now you sound like your old self.

i made cornbread and chili.

i'm just so happy to be home.

i can't put my finger on it, but something about you has definitely changed.

when you're done, come on down. there's someone i want you to meet.

sorry, did i get you wet?

somebody grab that, please.

we've got a major problem.

are you nuts?

this is an emergency.

you've got to get back here to help me.

there's something really important i want to talk to you about.

you do an absolutely marvelous british accent.

i'm trying to tell you something!

why's everybody acting so nutty around here?

i'm afraid you're kind of missing the point.

let's discuss this calmly and rationally...

you are unbelievably out of line.

this is fantastic wine, by the way.

are you okay? would you like me to come with you?

why didn't you tell me it was you all along?

i've never been so happy in my entire life.

i'm in such major trouble here.

you're perfect for each other.

may your life be far less complicated than mine.

i can't believe it. you haven't changed at all.

i think i have to get dressed for dinner.

sometime, if we're ever really alone, maybe we could talk about... what happened between us.

you didn't come after me.

it's the wine we drank at our wedding. i now have every bottle ever made.

can we open one?

you're the only one i'd drink it with.

you don't always have to be so brave, you know.

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompt #roleplay memes #rp starters #roleplay prompt #ask meme #ask memes #roleplay meme #writing prompts #writing prompt #rp asks #askbox meme #ask game #rp meme starter #starter meme #sentence starter #sentence starters #meme #mcflymemes #the parent trap #movies prompts #movies

[chaos-monkeyy]

My latest original smut work, and another one that I had a ton of fun with 😁 I'd love to know what you think!

Trans M / Cis M, Explicit (naturally), a little shy of 4.5k words. SciFi/Fantasy, age difference + military rank difference. Also posted here on AO3 with full tags; no archive warnings apply.

Opening teaser:

“This is callsign: Gremlin, I’m going down, repeat, I’m going down! Can anyone hear me? Need search and rescue, send help, I’m going d—”

His own panicked voice, nearly drowned out by the rattling of his ship as the raging storm tossed him around in the air like a child’s toy, was the last thing Kyl heard before everything cut off in a crunch and the world went black around him.

—

The next thing he heard was a forlorn beeping. Blinking groggily as he came to, Kyl lifted his head and looked around.

The beeping was coming from the console of his one-person scout ship and the world was white now, instead of black. Wincing at the bright glare from the snowscape outside, he squinted through the half-crumpled, tilted canopy while the beeping finally warbled itself into silence.

There was nothing out there. Nothing to see but empty, windswept snow stretching to the horizon, the sun riding high in a pale aqua-blue clear sky. The last flickering lights on the ship’s console died a few seconds after the beeping did. Kyl groaned, the sound coming out as a faint croak.

Well, shit.

After a moment of sitting there with his eyes closed against the bright glare, Kyl took a deep breath and unbuckled his harness. He moved slowly, gingerly, certain he had to be injured and just wasn’t feeling it yet— but, to his surprise and relief, he seemed to be fine. Aside from a few strained muscles, some bruises from his seat harness, and just generally being shaken up by the crash landing, at least. 

First things first, then. Take stock. Forcibly pushing away the anxious worry tickling in the back of his mind— why had base gone radio silent on him like that? Had they even heard his call for help? And what the hell was he going to do if they hadn’t?— Kyl wiggled out of his seat and started rummaging through the interior wreckage of his ship.

There wasn’t all that much to search through; he’d headed out on what was supposed to be a routine one-day scouting mission, back by suppertime. He had maybe a day’s worth of water and rations. Two days if he made the supplies stretch. Nowhere near enough to try hiking back to base from this far out, though. Especially not without proper cold weather gear. He didn’t even have a jacket. And where one unexpected, unprecedented, furious storm had hit… Who knew what could come next.

Aside from the food and water, he also had a first aid kit he luckily didn’t need, save for the metallic emergency blanket folded up in the bottom of the kit. Kyl shivered as he repacked the kit minus the blanket, squinting out through the canopy again. Another howling gust of wind buffeted past, swirling up the snow and rocking the downed space craft with ominous creaking sounds. The wind whistled into the cockpit as well, Kyl noted uneasily, cold drafts coming in through the cracked plastiglass canopy and the buckled metal alike.

Well, first rule of survival: stay put if you can. Even if his mayday hadn’t gotten through to base, they had his planned flight path. Someone would find him soon, surely— hopefully— and from what his scans had been showing before the sudden and violent storm had swatted him out of the sky, from what he could see outside… his wrecked ship was probably the only shelter he’d have for kilometers around anyway.

So Kyl found the least drafty corner of the cockpit, wrapped himself tightly up in the emergency blanket, and settled in for what he hoped to hell would be a short wait.

—

It wasn’t exactly short, but it wasn’t too long either, all things considered, before someone did find him.

A little under a day and half after the crash at his best guess, Kyl was jolted out of fitful sleep by a loud banging sound on the outside of his crashed ship. He froze, relief and alarm warring foggily in his brain— what if it wasn’t his people; what if it was someone, or something, else who had found him? They were still exploring this planet, after all— but then a muffled voice called his name.

“Gremlin? Pilot! Answer me, Kyl, burn you!”

Kyl nearly fainted with giddy relief. He’d recognize that voice anywhere.…

#chaosfic #original fiction #smut

[afanofmanyships]

WTDS Iruma-kun! Prompt #1

tw: venting

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I, 1,000%, believe that Iruma was a cannibal at one point because

AN’T!

NO!

WAY!

That this child just survived in that FOREST til his teen years unless he, IN EMERGENCY CASES, had eaten another human being!!

I DON’T BELIEVE THAT HE COULD’VE SURVIVED THAT LONG WITH HIS NEGLECTFUL PARENTS FORGETTING THAT HE EXISTS UNLESS THEY NEED HIM!

Bitch know how to kill, and DID, a BEAR at FOUR FUCKING YEARS OLD!!

Yeah you can say, uhh, stored rations and can go out to get more! But what if a storm happens and he stocked up and it lasts longer than expected. His stock runs out! The storm got heavier he go out! He starves and starves day after day, the storm is NOT letting up. It continues it mean streak, Iruma passes out from hunger and he continues to wake up and pass out from hunger for days maybe even weeks!

Iruma’s parents conveniently ‘remembered’ that their son is still out THERE in that TERRIBLE storm and that they, AS PARENTS, searched for days for ANY SIGN him only to catch a high fever. And only we’re strong enough to pick up the phone to call our kind neighbor’s to ask them to go search for their son *cough**cough**cough* and house him for them!! Oh~ you expected.

Where is he? He usually plays in the forest, he loves the forest so much that he set up a BLUE TENT so that he can sleepover with the animals! ISN’T THAT ADORABLE!! Yes yes! Thank you, so much we don’t know how to repay you! Oh~ you don’t want to be repaid and want to make sure that that little Irumy is okay!

They find Iruma.

Take him home.

Lays him in bed.

Heats up leftovers and cooks some food.

Starts running a bath.

Iruma wakes up.

He does not know any other human except his own parents.

He is feral and thinks like an animal.

They don’t know that they shouldn’t turn their backs to him.

Sees that Iruma is awake.

Goes to call Iruma parent’s.

The other is still cooking.

Iruma’s mom picks up.

All she hears are screams.

The other turns off the stove and rushes out of the kitchen to look for his roommate.

The other finds her on the ground.

Iruma stabs him in the back of the head and drags the knife down.

Iruma stabs him under the neck then dragged it down.

Iruma’s mom waits until it’s silent.

Iruma repeats the maneuver over and over.

Iruma starts stabbing the bodies over and over to make sure that they stayed down.

Iruma stops.

Iruma’s mom starts calling him over.

“Iruma~ Iruma~ Iruma~!”

Iruma looks over at the home phone.

He puts it up to his ear.

“Iruma~! Is that you baby~?”

“Mowmy.”

“Yes baby~?”

“Irumys hungwry.”

“Don’t worry darling~. There’s a bath running for your stinky self and~ plenty of ingredients for that fresh human meat you have with you~.”

Iruma let’s go of the home phone.

Iruma’s mom is still on the phone.

Iruma goes to were the water is running.

He turns off the faucet and gets in the tub.

Iruma’s mom waits until he comes back.

Iruma walks into the kitchen and walks out with a butcher knife.

Iruma’s mom hears his approach.

“Iruma~ Iruma~ Iruma~!”

He puts the phone near his ear.

“Uhm!”

“Now now Irumy~. Remember your manners~!”

“Irumys sorwy mowmy…”

Iruma’s mom sighs.

“It’s okay baby~. Mommy just wanted to remind you clean up EVERYTHING after you are done eating~! Then come home~! Okay baby~!”

“Yes mowmy! Okay mowmy!”

He leaves the phone and started cutting the ‘meat’.

Iruma goes to the kitchen to grab some bowls and ingredients.

He grab a few strainers then put the meat in and placed it in the sink.

He grabbed some pans and turns on the stove.

Iruma’s mom hangs up.

Iruma’s dad walks through the front door.

“Honey~ why are you smiling~? Did something good happen~?”

“Dearest,” turns excitedly to her husband, “I’ve won the bet~!”

She gets off the bed and helps her husband get out of his camouflage gear.

“Aww~,” her husband stomps playfully, “I for sure thought he’ll attack them in his natural habitat~!”

She laughs, “that’s what you get for challenging my knowledge on Iruma~!”

He frowns as his wife steps back from him.

“Yeah~. I really shouldn’t have~!”

“Now~,”

He looks up at his wife.

“-let’s talk about my reward~.”

She unties her robe revealing lacy underwear.

“Oh~”

She reps her arms around his neck and steps closer.

He begins kissing her passionately.

“Remember to wear a condom this time.”

He umf’s in conformation.

Right under their floor is a man who has family staying over. They were originally there to help him move out but then the storm hit. The reason for his move is because of the ‘family’ upstairs.

He was lucky that his family was watching a horror movie when the screams started.

There’s a knock on the door. On a normal day he would have answered. No matter the time of day. Especially if it’s Iruma at the door. When it’s a normal day, he would’ve brought Iruma in. Cooked up some food, tell him that he doesn’t need to apologize or do anything other than eat, bath, and sleep. But it’s not a normal day.

On storms like these. The ones that last more than a week. No matter if Iruma is at ‘home’ or in the forest. He will starve. His ‘parents’ like to made a game out of it. There’s another knock at the door.

It’s midnight and no one is expecting a package.

*knock* *knock*

“Iruma’s at the door,” the man thought as he closes his eyes, “I have to pretend to be asleep.”

*tap* *tap*

“He must be standing on the boxes I left out there,” the man thought. Even though there is a wall between him and the kitchen. He lays on the couch with his eyes closed.

*scratch* *scratch*

“Looks like he’s trying to get in,” he thinks, “it’s okay. Just pretend to be asleep and he won’t do anything.”

*click*

Iruma got the window unlocked, only to stop when the man’s neighbor opens their window. Sounds of a party exited and where there’s a party there’s food. He leaves the window and goes next door.

He knocks on the door. It was his neighbor’s mistake on opening it.

Thank god his family are deep sleepers, he thinks as a fell asleep.

What the man didn’t know is that he sometimes mutter his thoughts out loud and that it just stopped one of his family members from moving.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #I believe that Iruma was a cannibal at one point #cannibal! iruma #past cannibal! Iruma

[eriexplosion]

Replacements time, I didn't need my heart anyway.

The way that Wrecker was fully going to take Omega's food rations, I get it I am also not thinking when I'm hungry. But this combined with his line in Pabu about being full for the first time, they were just NEVER provided enough rations to adequately fuel Wrecker, not even before they had to puzzle through buying them themselves. The kaminoans had to know his calorie intake needs okay and they simply opted NOT to fill them. Justice and a nine course meal for Wrecker.

"It's not affecting life support. We're fine!" Tech is going to come back with like a dozen injuries he simply didn't deal with yet because he was technically able to function with them, so it's basically the same as being healthy.

I do love Echo's grouchy REPAIRS WOULD GO FASTER IF I HAD SOME HELP, but the feels punch of seeing them bickering in the pilot and copilot seats and then flashing forward mentally to Echo gazing sadly at the empty chair. I'm hurting my OWN FEELINGS.

I FEEL LIKE IT WOULD BE REASONABLE TO STRAP GONKY IN? DO YOU WANT A FIFTY SOME POUND (MINIMUM) DROID SLIDING AROUND FREELY IN A CRASH SITUATION?

Another Wrecker head bonk, no wonder his chip activated it's been under percussive maintenance this whole time.

CROSSHAIR WEAPONS KIT MOMENT. Which they have just been steadfastly ignoring because it hurt their feelings to think about it.

Further evidence they simply haven't been thinking about it: Echo like THEY CAN DO THAT? when Tech reminds them that the chip can influence behaviors. Yeah what did you think they did, Echo, just provided a tiny little nudge? But I think it's just very hard to fully grasp the scope of something like that. Yes almost every single clone is under the control of an inhibitor chip, yes it's strong enough to make you turn on your own squad, yes that's in ALL of their heads right now, just not functioning properly.

I just love Wrecker not giving that much of a shit about being shot. That hurt, but he still misses Crosshair.

Anyway this squad contains pure concentrated avoidance juice, if they just don't think about it then Crosshair didn't betray them.

Rampart and Tarkin together creating a solid layer of slime all over the room. I just hate them watching him through a one way mirror talking about him like an interesting object. (Though I do like the moment where he stares at them straight through his own reflection, he knows he's being watched the whole time)

They literally do not address him once and he looks so unimpressed just looking between them like he's waiting for anyone to notice he's there.

Tech looking at giant clawmarks in the siding: well those weren't there when we landed. Treat something like an emergency challenge, impossible.

"I'm part of this squad now too, right?" *Tech and Echo look at Hunter, they're NOT taking a stance on this* Assigned dad by committee

"I'm angry at myself. We don't leave our own behind." "Then we'll find a way to get him back. Somehow." AND THIS IS WHY THEY ALL NEED TO BE TOGETHER, THIS IS WHAT THE SHOW DESPERATELY WANTS US TO WANT, THE TEAM IS NOT COMPLETE UNTIL IT'S ALL OF THEM.

I might have paused just before the start of the attack on Gerrera's camp for an inordinately long time but it's just a genuinely distressing scene.

Does contain a GREAT transition back to Hunter & Omega though.

"See it?" Well Hunter it's both flashing AND beeping, so yeah I think Omega sees it.

The way that Hunter straight up would have died out here if Omega hadn't gone with him okay, just would not have come back. (Omega is going to continue to be the key to making sure everyone survives I think.)

Back to Onderon for more highly uncomfortable war crime scenes. Truly I don't think that the show that has Crosshair shoot a woman at point blank range would have many reservations showing us Tech's body. (Yes I'm going to be like this the whole time I'm SORRY)

But ohhhh my god I need Onderon to come back somehow. I need it to become relevant. I think a lot of the time people do want to pass over it because it's horrific and like it's not one of the several things Crosshair does wrong of his own free will. But it's also still something that he remembers doing, all of it, and I think it's pretty key to why he eventually tries to stay with the Empire. What do you do when you've done something so horrific, when maybe you've been told it wasn't your choice and it wasn't your fault but you still remember giving the order, you remember every sight and sound and smell, and you remember at the time it made so much sense to do it. You can even remember the reasoning you came up with to ease the way. What do you do when you've done something so bad that you think that the only way forward is with the people that forced it onto you in the first place?

Anyway fucked up that they gave that one soldier a flamethrower just so we know completely that those civilians were burned alive, that's great.

Back to Hunter thinking he has had this child for a day and a half and has already lost her on a deserted rock somewhere.

"Soldiers know the risks of battle" what about the risks of Crosshair because like Crosshair is the cause of 100% of his squad's fatalities through this season.

Crosshair in the cleaned out quarters with all of the doodles and marks still on the bunks, going to his own and everything that made it his has been cleared out of it. They even took his walls of boxes. Just completely alone in their old room with nothing but the reality of what he did. I wonder if guilt comes easier when they're not in battle.

AND JUST THE CONTRAST WITH THE ABSOLUTE SWEETNESS OF OMEGA GETTING HER OWN ROOM ON THE MARAUDER. MAKING A BEAUTIFUL AND WARM PLACE FOR HER THAT STANDS OUT FROM EVERYTHING ELSE.

SERIOUSLY MY HEART.

HER PRECIOUS FACE <3 God I do love this episode even though it wounds me in places.

#the bad batch rewatch

[katy-l-wood]

It was exactly two years ago that the East Troublesome Fire made its big run towards Grand Lake Colorado. And I have. Feelings.

That fire was so different from all the others. That whole summer was. I had been interested in natural disasters before, been pretty well educated on them, but that summer really kicked it into high gear. I was surrounded by fire. There's three access points to where I live if you're coming in from the east (not counting backroads) and all but one, the one most out of the way, was shut down.

I watched the ETF roll over the ridge across the valley. I listened on the emergency radios to the evacuees and fire fighters running out of gas. I watched the planes dip out of the reservoir where my sister and I always go kayaking. I read the Facebook posts of people begging for help evacuating their horses even though they'd already evacuated once and thought they were safe, but then things got worse and they had to evacuate a second time. I listened to calls for food and water for the firefighters because the fire had run so hard, so fast, they didn't have time to figure out supplies. I brought hygiene supplies to the local fire departments, because their crews were running out and it was the height of COVID and no one had soap. I listened as they found a man who was on his tractor protecting his fields and tried to get him to leave, but he wouldn't go. I listened to everyone trying to rationalize how the fire had jumped the divide, something no fire had ever done, not like this. I watched as people panicked that all of Grand Lake had been lost, because we just didn't know. I listened as people panicked as they realized that even if their home survived the fire, they might lose it to burst pipes because a blizzard had rolled in on top of the fire. I listened as they found the two victims of the fire.

I walked around our house and photographed everything we owned. Generations of family heirlooms, made an updated plan with my dad of what to grab in what order. The lovely pastel dishes my grandparents were gifted on their wedding. My great-grandfather's guns. The dishes cabinet that has been passed between a dozen family members over a hundred years; I'd just repainted it a soft yellow color the summer before. The mounted deer antlers from deer my grandfather had shot. The little bunny picture that had hung in my room since I was a child. The footprints in the concrete from generations of babies.

But, at the same time, as dark as those days were, the way people came together was amazing. The horses all got evacuated. The man on the tractor managed to save his fields. The firefighters got fed (regulations be damned, they were getting some fucking sandwiches). Gas got trucked in over the pass. Plumbers from all over the county teamed up with firefighters to go into the burn zone and get people's water turned off so their pipes wouldn't burst. Everyone traded information on what had burned and what hadn't. A whole new law office was formed to help people navigate insurance and rebuilding.

As for myself, well. There's a reason I own a truck. Yeah, I use it to haul firewood, or convention supplies. But mostly? I own it because I know damn well that one day I am going to have to run. That I am going to have to pack up as much as I can carry of my family's legacy, and drive away from the rest. I'd prefer for "the rest" to be as little as possible, so I will always keep the truck, stereotypes be damned.

#Wildfire #East Troublesome Fire #Natural Disaster #HMM EMOTIONS

[xxcallmemaryxx]

I think I just broke my toe (again) soooooo new idea time haha

Imagine the ghouls if/when your hurt yourself (foot in this case bc mine is throbbing so it’s on the mind lol)- Swiss, Aether, and Mountain carrying you everywhere, Rain and Dew making sure you are rested and don’t put any strain on your injury, all the love and worry of doting poly!ghouls making sure you’re okay

(Also please don’t feel pressured to use this for anything, I know you’re suuuper busy but I figured I’d throw this into everyone’s minds)

-🏔

Nhngnfgnngg poly ghouls 😍😍

They would be FREAKING OUT. Ghouls don’t get hurt like this. So when their little human is injured and can’t even walk, their minds fail to think rationally. Mountain is researching what plants and herbs he can turn into balms for your swelling and pain. Aether runs to Primo faster than he’s ever ran before to see if he can get a faster answer. Swiss gets all the pillows and blankets and creates a nest for you to lay in while you heal. Dew takes off to find all of your favourite foods and snacks (even if he has to nick them from papa) because he wants to make sure you don’t get up for no reason. Rain… he happens to be the only one to take a moment and think about what you really need right now. So while the others are gone… he digs through an old first aid kit he’s had in his bathroom (for emergencies) longer than he can remember, and wraps your foot with the bandage.

By the time they all make it back to your room, you’ve got Swiss, Mountain and Aether who keep offering to carry you everywhere. You’ve got Dew who won’t stop asking you if you’re okay. You’ve worked up quite the stash of goodies and it’s been no longer than 10 minutes. You admire them for their worry for you, their soft sides shine through so strong when it comes down to you. They’re scared to… but by the end of the night you’ve got a pack of 5 really concerned ghouls snuggled up all around you. They tell you it’s so they’re there if you need them… but you all know damn well that it’s their way of protecting you. What from? You have no idea. Ghoulish things you suppose.

#wine spilt #my dearest Mountain anon… I hope your little toe heals! #look after yourself! #Mary’s headcannons

[lavellenchanted]

where the lovelight gleams

A belated Merry Christmas to @behindthelabels! Tis I, your Secret Santa! Thank you for being so patient with me while I worked on this and apologies for the lateness, but you can blame Covid finally getting me right before holidays.

You said you wanted lots of feelings and liked huddling for warmth and a canon setting, so I’ve tried to put all that together in a little something set during The First Avenger timeline. I hope you enjoy it and had a wonderful festive period.

AO3 link here

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Winter, 1944

The safe house had, at one time, been a farmhouse.

They were somewhere in Central Europe, the closest town (which wasn’t particularly close) small enough that most maps of the area didn’t bother labelling it and they needed only to drive a short distance in any direction to cross a border. Most notably to the west was the German border, which they had retreated back over during the night after taking out a Nazi blockade.

The safe house itself was ensconced in woodland, set a good couple of miles away from the nearest road – a deliberate choice, since it meant lights or movement were unlikely to be spotted if any Nazi or Hydra patrols were sent in this direction. It had clearly once been a family home; there were still small, child-sized bed frames in a couple of the rooms, and the window shutters and door lintels were all hand-carved with hearts, roses and the sort of pretty designs you might think to find on a gingerbread house. The sort of designs chosen with love to fill the place with life and joy, all of which was very noticeably missing now.

Whether it had been abandoned early in the war or forcibly requisitioned Steve wasn’t sure, but certainly it had fallen into disrepair. The paint on the walls was faded and peeling, the window boxes that must once have held fresh, colourful displays of flowers were empty and the fields outside overgrown and choked with weeds.

In a way, that was what made it the perfect safehouse; from a distance it looked entirely unsafe, with little to recommend it. Up close it was another matter – despite the dingy décor, the doors were still air and watertight, secured by multiple locks, the glass in the windows intact, the electricity in good repair, and the cellar beneath the house a perfect to drop and store food and emergency supplies for agents and soldiers on the move and in need of resupplying.

Or, as in the Commandos’ current case, waiting for a contact to debrief them and provide instructions for their next move.

“Well, it ain’t the Ritz, but it’ll do for a couple of days,” Dugan had said cheerily when they arrived before going to look for firewood. Standing at the window now, however, Steve was beginning to wonder if they might be here a bit longer than a couple of days – it started snowing a few hours ago and was starting to come down heavily, in thick white flakes would no doubt have blanketed everything around them by morning.

He only hoped their contact reached them soon, or they might be stranded in the middle of a snowstorm and trying to mount a rescue mission with no idea who they were looking for.

“Ha – read ‘em and weep, boys!”

Bucky’s triumphant shout made him glance over his shoulder, where most of the Commandos were playing poker, the stakes being whatever ration coupons, cigarettes and breath-mints they had in their pockets. As Dugan, Morita and Jones all groaned at the sight of Bucky’s cards laid out on the table, Steve gave a quiet laugh.

“I did warn you,” he said, quite truthfully – he had learned the hard way not to take Bucky on at poker in his early teens.

“That was my last pack, too,” Dugan sighed forlornly as Bucky tucked the cigarettes he’d won away into his pocket, then lowered his forehead on to his arms in the perfect picture of despair.

Bucky was unmoved. “You could always try to win them back.”

“Oh, right, so I can lose the last of my gum as well?”

“You might win.”

“Don’t fall for it.” Falsworth, who had opted not to play – he had never quite gotten the hang of poker – looked up from where he was sat knitting what Steve thought was supposed to be a sock. “You can have some of mine if you’re desperate.”

Bucky pulled a face. “Come on, Falsworth, you’re ruining my fun.”

“Ruining your hustle, you mean. Now, if we had a chessboard here I could show you a thing or two. That’s a game of skill –”

As the room dissolved into a debate over the merits of chess versus cards and exactly how much skill it took to play either one, Steve shook his head and turned back to the window – only to realise that in those brief moments his attention had been distracted a shape had emerged from the trees and was making its way towards the house.

“Guys.” Steve’s voice was quiet, but it cut through the arguing and immediately everyone turned to look at him. “I think our contact’s here.”

“D’you recognise them?” Gabe Jones asked.

“Too dark to tell. Just . . . be ready.”

Steve didn’t have to look to know their hands were all going to their weapons. He was doing the same, reaching for the shield propped against the wall beside him; just in case this wasn’t the agent they were expecting but someone who had discovered the safe house, they didn’t want to waste precious seconds arming themselves while they were being fired on.

He had just gripped the edge of the shield, his shoulders tensed, when the first knock came. The was room was hushed as they all held their breath – and then it was followed by two shorter knocks and then another two longer ones.

That was the signal that it was their contact.

A collective sigh of relief rippled through all them. Steve let the shield drop again and crossed to open the door –

– where he found him looking down into a pair of familiar dark eyes, that sparkled with warmth above a curling, lipstick-perfect smile.

He could only stare. He had wanted so badly to think there was a chance their contact might be her, but he hadn’t dared to let himself hope too much.

“Good evening, Captain,” Peggy Carter said, clearly enjoying the look of surprise on his face. “Perhaps you could let me in? It’s rather cold out here.”

--

“One of our scouts has identified another Hydra base.”

There had been smiles and warm welcomes from the rest of the Commandos when they realised who was at the door, but Peggy, professional as ever, had been straight to work as soon as the hellos were done, her coat was off and a cup of tea made for her.

A map had been produced from her bag and now lay unfolded on the table where shortly the card game had taken place, and Steve had made markings on it to indicate where they had found and dealt with the blockade, the routes affected and the path of their retreat as they gave their report.

Peggy had listened quietly, interjecting here and there with questions – never noting down their answers, in case she was ever caught and her things intercepted, but memorising them. Her dark eyes traced the lines of the map, a furrow of concentration between her eyebrows, but every now and then she would glance up and meet Steve’s gaze, and each time he caught his breath.

It had been over a month since the last time he had seen her. Her hair had grown a little longer in that time, beginning to just brush the tops of her shoulders. There had been a flurry of snowflakes in the glossy dark curls when she came in but now they had all melted away in the heat from the fire. When she bent her head to look at the map a stray lock would fall forward across her cheek, and Steve ached to lean across the table and tuck it away behind her ear.

She wasn’t wearing the uniform he was used to seeing, or even a practical field outfit such as the Commandos wore and he had occasionally see her don for other missions, but the same sort of winter clothing the few locals they had seen wore; a thick, woollen sweater with simple pair of trousers and boots that wouldn’t look out of place on any farm. Good for the warmth, Steve guessed, but also to keep her from standing out too much if there were enemy patrols about.

It certainly wasn’t her typical get up, and he didn’t think it was something she would ever choose for herself – it didn’t quite seem her, somehow – yet even so, she was captivating. Mostly likely she could wear a paper bag and still be so. Steve remembered the first time he had ever seen her at Camp Lehigh and thinking she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and every time he had seen her since he found something new and interesting about his face to hold his attention; this time it was the small dimple in her right cheek that appeared every now and then like the sun breaking through the clouds.

“It’s on the Austrian side of the border, in the Alps, we think about here,” she continued, indicating a mark on the map. “We intercepted some chatter on the radio, a communication – we’re still working on fully decrypting it but what we have so far suggests there something of significance to Hydra there, so if you can get it to and cripple it we’ll hopefully deal them some real damage.”

“If it’s that important, there might be senior Hydra agents there as well,” Steve said.

“Exactly. Normally we’d get you back to base before setting out again, but you’re in a good position to get there from here so Phillips wants you to head straight for it. You can resupply on basics from here, and we’ll have a weapons drop waiting for you on the way here.”

Another mark on the map.

“So, if we come down this way and cross the border here, we should be able to make the drop in a day or two.” Steve reached out and drew the imagined path along the map with one finger; as he did so, he let the side of his hand just brush against Peggy’s. Her skin was warm and soft to the touch. Her eyes darted briefly up to his and then down again, unreadable, but he thought he saw the ghost of a smile cross her mouth. “Then get to the base in another day.”

“That’s the idea,” she confirmed. “Although given the weather, your departure might have to be delayed for a couple of days.” She nodded at the window, where the snow was still coming down thick and fast, and they could see the trees bending as the wind picked up. “As will my extraction. But all being well, you can have shut down the base within a week and be back in England by Christmas.”

There were murmurs of excitement from the Commandos – less at the promise of Christmas in England, as it was difficult to summon up much festive cheer on the front lines of a war than at the though of being back in a base with indoor plumbing, proper beds and decent food (at least compared to the field rations they were living on now).

“I thought you’d like that idea,” Peggy said with amusement. “Shall we talk travel arrangements?”

Steve started to agree, but was cut off by Bucky.

“Maybe we can do that tomorrow? Like you said, we’re gonna be here a while. And I don’t know about you guys, but I’m beat and would like to hit the hay.”

There was a brief pause as he looked – somewhat pointedly, Steve thought and felt his cheeks heat as he started to realise what was happening – at the other Commandos.

“Oh, oh, yeah!” Dugan raised his arms above his head and yawned in a not-entirely-convincing manner. “I’m ready to sleep.”

“Me, too,” Jones agreed, and the others all gave nods and murmurs of asset.

“Of course, if you two wanna talk shop we can’t stop you.” Bucky aimed a wide grin at Steve and Peggy. “You can always just tell us the plan in the morning.”

He had started moving backwards as he spoke and now lifted a hand in a casual wave.

“Night, all.”

“Dibs on the bed,” Dugan quickly put in.

“Oh, no, you don’t –”

Tuhus, arguing all the way, they vanished so quickly up the stairs you might have thought it was a practised manoeuvre.

Steve and Peggy stared after them for several moments, then both caught the other’s eye and dissolved into quiet laughter.

“They’re not exactly subtle, are they?” Peggy said with warm fondness in her voice, looking up at him once their laughter had subsided. Something tightened in Steve’s chest as he met her gaze and realised they had unconsciously leaned in closer to one another.

“To be fair, neither are we.”

Her eyebrows arched upwards. “I think you’ll find one of us is more subtle than the other. I haven’t yet been caught on camera with your picture.”

Unable to deny the justice of her comment, he only grinned.

“Yet? Does that mean you could be?”

He couldn’t help being curious. At the time it had happened they hadn’t defined what this thing between them was, although they both knew something was there, and the picture of Peggy in his compass was one he had clipped himself from a newspaper – he hadn’t been able to resist when saw the paper lying in the commander centre, not when he knew he was starting to be sent off on missions that might mean he went for weeks without seeing her – rather than a gift.

Being caught with it on camera had been entirely accidental, though the next time he had seen Peggy after the film had been approved she hadn’t scolded him for his presumption, as he thought she might, but had just given him a small, secretive smile and murmured as she passed him in the hall that, “I rather enjoyed seeing the footage of you on the front lines. It was very . . . enlightening.” Nor had she asked him for a photo or anything in return, so if she was carrying one around it meant she had found one for herself, just as he had done.

Now she just gave him a coy smile and replied, “I think it’s unlikely, since my missions aren’t being filmed.”

“But if they were …?”

“If they were, several of our intelligence operations would be horribly compromised.”

Recognising he wasn’t going to get the answer he was looking for, Steve moved back to flop on to the couch and gave a loud sigh, which just made Peggy laugh again. He wished he could bottle that sound, to listen to whenever things were hard – which, these days, was more often than not.

“You’re so dramatic.”

“Says the woman who shot at me.”

Her cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink as she shot him an outraged look. “That was – very specific circumstances, as you are well aware –”

“I know, I know,” he quickly assured her. The few days that she had given him the cold shoulder over that incident had been some of the worst, as worried quietly gnawed at him that he might have ruined something completely before it even really had the chance to begin. “I’m not saying there weren’t. I’m just saying it was a kinda dramatic reaction.”

Her lips pressed together into a line for a moment before she relented with a huff of annoyance.

“Oh, fine, I suppose it was a little dramatic.”

As if the world itself wanted to agree, a gust of wind chose that moment to rattle against the windows and a chill breeze swept through the room, causing the fire in the grate to flicker and the temperature  to drop. Peggy visibly shivered, goosebumps breaking out on the back of her neck.

“You’re cold. Here.”

Steve reached out without thought, drawing her down to sit with him. She went still for a moment, then let herself be shifted so that she could sit with her back against his chest and his arms wrapped around her. A rough blanket hung off the back of the couch, so Steve pulled that down as well and tucked in around them both – leaving them cocooned together in what a detached professional should think of as a huddle but what felt far more like an embrace.

This was the closest he had ever been to her. Though there were still the thick layers of their woollen sweaters between them, he could feel the soft lines of her body pressed against his and his mouth was suddenly dry and his heart pounding so hard he was sure she would be able to feel it through his chest. She was close enough that some of her curls were brushing against his jaw and throat and he had  had dreams about running his fingers through them but he could never have imagined how silkily soft they felt, or how they smelled of the rose-scented soap she used. Steve closed his eyes and clenched his jaw for a moment as that scent wafted over him, trying desperately to push away the raw desire and longing it sent pulsing through him.

Pure instinct was all that had driven him, seeing her cold and needing to rectify it and thinking only that body heat was the best way to combat this sort of adverse weather (never mind that they were in a house with beds and blankets and a fire). Now, confronted with the reality of having Peggy in his arms, he was amazed both by his boldness and his by stupidity – because now he could barely fashion a coherent thought, his mind lost in fog that was made up only of the feeling of his hands holding hers where they rested on her stomach, of her legs stretched out against his along the couch, of the sight of her ear just in his eyeline, peeking out from behind the curtain of her hair.

A vision passed through his mind of what his life might have been like in other circumstances, of a little house like this one but kept in good repair, sweetly decorated with a Christmas tree in one corner and stocking hanging by the fire, of Peggy in his arms after a long day at the office and – maybe – of their child sleeping upstairs.

The thought made something in him ache. Could such a life still be possible, once this war was done with?

He wanted to ask her, but even as he opened his mouth the words dissipated into nothing on his tongue. They had by unspoken agreement never really talked about the future, other than to imply they might go dancing. No one did. It was too difficult to think of now, when every day brought news of another death, another bomb, and they could see the grief and destruction wrought all around them. What hope they had was left vague, shapeless, an idea of something better that they were fighting for without knowing exactly what that something would be.

So instead he just asked, “Better?”

“Much.” Peggy leaned back to rest her head against him, tucking it just beneath his chin. His breath caught with the intimacy of it, and his arms tightened a fraction around her. “You’re lovely and warm. Like my own personal hot water bottle.”

Steve chuckled. “Yeah, well, one of the side effects of the serum is that I run a little hotter than most people.”

“Helpful, when you’re out here.”

“It can be.”

A note of teasing entered her voice. “Do you offer your services as a heater to the other Commandos as well?”

“No.” He leaned down to speak softly near her ear. “This service is reserved just for you.”

Another shiver ran through her, but he didn’t think this one had anything to do with the cold. His heart gave another hard thump against his ribs.

“Well, then.” Peggy said softly. “I’ll have to take advantage of it more often.”

They lapsed into silence for a time, just listening to the gentle sound of the fire crackling in the hearth and their own breathing. Steve started stroking one hand up and down Peggy’s arm, feeling a warm, cosy contentment settle over him, and wished it were possible to stay like this with her forever.

Her other hand shifted beneath his, until he felt her fingers lace between his and squeeze tightly. Smiling, he squeezed back and said, “I guess you don’t mind staying an extra couple of days then?”

“Mmm, well, obviously it’s a trial but I expect I’ll manage.”

He chuckled, and then finally gave into temptation and reached up to brush her hair back. “I’m glad it was you at the door. I hoped it might be.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be. It was supposed to be Agent Andrews, but he got delayed on a mission in France and I was able to volunteer. Probably more quickly than was entirely subtle,” she said with a quiet laugh, and Steve could just imagine the look on Chester Phillips’ face. “But I didn’t want to lose the chance. I’ve missed you.”

The tenderness that filled that those three words was like nothing he had ever felt before.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

Peggy turned in his arms so that she was looking at him, her eyes soft and entreating. With a smile, Steve leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth was warm and welcoming, the kiss slow and languid, both of them wanting to stretch it out as long as possible since the opportunities they had were so rare and fleeting.

With effort, Steve kept his hands still, though the quiet moan that escaped Peggy’s lips almost undid him. It would be so easy to flip them over so that he was on top of her, and holy god, he wanted to with a ferocity that was difficult to control, but quite apart from the fact that the Commandos were upstairs and would probably hear everything, they had talked about their relationship and decided (with some reluctance) not to rush things in one of the few stolen moments they could manage but to wait and take their time.  

Which didn’t mean they were entirely chaste, but those sorts of things Steve did want to leave until they had more privacy on the base or could grab a hotel room for a night rather than having a potential audience upstairs.

Although it was struggle to remember that when Peggy had brought her hand up to curl around his neck, her fingers in his hair, or when, in the brief moments their lips parted, she met his gaze and he could see in her eyes that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. When she looked at him like that he knew he would hand his heart over on a silver platter if she asked for it.

But clearly he wasn’t the only one thinking such things, as when they stopped to regain their breath she suggested, “Maybe we could send the Commandos out for a while tomorrow . . . to check the roads and – and gather firewood.”

“We will need to make sure we’re well supplied,” Steve agreed.

It wasn’t subtle, but as had been pointed out already, neither were they.

“Just for an hour or two.”

“Or three.”

She laughed and snuggled back down into his arms. Quiet fell over them again, and this time Steve was beginning to feel the heaviness of sleep draping across him when Peggy spoke again in a hushed voice.

“Do you think, one day, we’ll be able to stay like this for as long as we like? Without having to worry about the world outside?”

Heart aching, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head and whispered back, “Yes, Peggy. I really do.”

#steggy #steggysecretsanta #steggy secret santa 2023 #steve rogers #peggy carter #apologies if there are any typos! #I think I caught them but I always think that and there's always hundreds #but I hope you like this #otp: the right partner #my fic

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[douglass-fir]

"There was only one bed" but it’s Jinkook accidentally locked in an IKEA tiny-house model.

They only meant to nap for a moment. Just “rest” their eyes for a bit during a hectic day of shopping. But when they awaken in a quiet IKEA, locked in a tiny-home model, Jungkook leaps into action.

Cell service sucks in the metal-roofed warehouse. But Jungkook manages to find a brief window of service—not to call the police, but to search YouTube for survival tips.

“Hyung—it says we have to shelter-in-place,” Jungkook yells as he strips the pillows off the couch to build a “fort” in the living room.

With little cell signal and zero work responsibilities beating down his door, Seokjin declares this the “best day of his life” and promptly plops face-first on Jungkook's pile of cushions for a nap.

Meanwhile, Jungkook works out their "survival game plan". During this time, Jungkook builds a proper pillow fort (around a sleeping Seokjin), and collected all the sample food in the kitchen into one "emergency rations corner".

He grabs a string of fairy lights from the wall and re-routes it to cast a calming glow in their pillowy safe-house.

Jungkook reads that warmth is a "key to survival", so he takes the most important step of crawling into the pillow fort, wiggling up to Seokjin's chest and wrapping his arms around him to keep him warm from the chilly warehouse air.

Seokjin cracks an eye open to the sight of fairy lights under a canopy of blankets, Jungkook's warmth around him.

"You take such good care of hyung, Jungkook-ah," he whispers with a fond smile. He kisses the top of a sleeping Jungkook's head, and pulls him closer before falling back asleep.

But Jungkook heard every word, and feels chest fill with warmth, so proud that he was able to properly care for his hyung.😌

That was truly all he ever wanted.

******

Jungkook wakes a few hours later nestled in Seokjin’s arms, tucked away in their little pillow fort when he realizes…he needs a bathroom.

Like now.

So he tiptoes around Seokjin, snoring in their pillow fort, and stacks chairs and tables until he can scale the wall and quietly unlock the door to the tiny house from the outside.

Seokjin startles awake later to the sound of Jungkook plopping down beside him.

“Hyung, look!”

Seokjin wipes the sleep from his eyes to see Jungkook holding a massive bag of gummies, and Seokjin instantly knows he fell in love with the right man.

“Jungkook-ah, we’re free?” he asks with a sleepy mouth full of candy.

“Yeah…" Jungkook says with a sad smile. "I guess we are. I mean…the warehouse is still locked. But we have the whole place to ourselves!"

“You know what this means, don’t you, Jungkook-ah?”

“We call the police to unlock the doors?”

“Shopping cart race!” Seokjin says as he stands, dusts his hands off, and takes off running.

Jungkook and Seokjin spend the next hour racing flatbed carts down the aisles, assigning the winner based on the best 2 out of 3.

Then 3 out of 5.

Then 6 out of 10.

Next, they raid the candy wall and Seokjin’s heart melts at the way Jungkook stuffs his bunny cheeks, making an angry face when something tastes too good for words.

Then it’s off to the furniture aisles to conduct “important research”—jumping on each bed, and rating it on a scale of 1-10 for its ability to handle “acrobatics and sex stuff.”

Seokjin eventually bounces to the floor and stretches. “Be right back, Jungkook-ah. Hyung’s gotta use the restroom.”

He heads to the back of the warehouse, does his business, and is running back toward Jungkook’s voice—when he stops in his tracks.

It’s a door. An employee exit door.

He gently pushes on the handle.

It’s unlocked from the inside.

Seokjin quietly peeks his head out, a cool breeze hitting his face as he hears Jungkook’s laugh echoing in the distance.

“Oh my god, hyung, you gotta try this bed! I almost did a flip!” Seokjin hears faintly.

Jungkook sounds like a kid again. Vibrating with simple joy, without a care in the world.

Seokjin’s heart clenches and he purses his lips. He knows what he has to do.

“Be right there, bun,” he shouts as he lets the door close behind him, running back toward Jungkook.

He never mentions the door. 💕

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#yoongi works at ikea #he unlocks them in the morning #no he does NOT want to hear about their night #the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler made me want to get locked in cool places #jinkook #jinkook au #jinkook fic #jinkook fanfic #kookjin #bts fanfic #bts fanfction #bts fic

[doctorhelena]

Steggy Fic: Caps Out of the Bag

I’ve created something for every day of Steggy Week 2022 over at @steggyfanevents! This is for Day 1 (Inspired By).

(It is inspired by a tiny scene in Chapter 5 of Assemble by @notafangirl, who kindly gave me permission to use the idea as the starting point for a story of my own - otherwise entirely unrelated to "Assemble"!)

Summary: Captain America and Captain Carter have been successfully hiding their romantic relationship for just over a year. Until today.

Rating: PG-13

Read it on A03

Excerpt:

“That’s your phone,” Steve said into Peggy’s ear. When she didn’t move he reached across her to snag it off her nightstand, handed it to her, then flopped back down onto his own side of the bed as she blinked sleepily at the screen before reluctantly swiping at the green icon.

“Carter.”

With his enhanced hearing, Steve could hear perfectly well why she sat up, abruptly wide awake. She slid out of bed, scanned the floor, and bent down to retrieve her underpants. “Bollocks. All right, I’ll be out front in ten. See you shortly.” She hung up.

Steve eyed his own phone, still silent and dark. “You think they’re gonna call me in on this too?”

Peggy was already in the bathroom. “I expect you should be on alert,” she said, not bothering to raise her voice, “but at this point, it’s likely best for you to stay here in New York on the off chance that this is actually some sort of elaborate distraction.”

“Right, yeah,” Steve said, digging around under the covers at the bottom of the bed with his foot. “I found your bra,” he added, using his foot to pass himself the tangled bundle of cloth that was his undershorts and her lacy red brassiere.

He heard the toilet flush. “Rogers, please tell me you didn’t pick up my underwear with your toes again,” Peggy said over the sound of water running in the sink. She appeared in the doorway a moment later, toothbrush in mouth and hair in a single braid, and sighed. “Never mind. Toss it here.”

“If you don’t mind touching my feet with your bare skin, I don’t know why it bothers you when I touch your clothes with them,” said Steve mildly, lobbing the bra in her direction. She caught it, made a face at him, and stepped back into the bathroom to spit her mouthful of toothpaste into the sink, emerging shortly without the toothbrush, having somehow made the time to apply a perfect coat of lipstick. Steve smiled at that little touch that she hadn’t foregone despite her hurry, then settled back on the bed, enjoying the view while she fastened her bra.

Peggy caught his eye, a tiny smile at the corners of her mouth, then sighed. “I brought the stealth suit, but I’m fairly certain I forgot to pack a sports bra. Well, it can’t be helped now. I got along perfectly well long before the invention of Lycra, and I suppose the suit itself provides a certain amount of support.” She slipped into the hallway, and Steve got up, stepped into his underwear, and padded after her. By the time he reached the entryway she was rummaging through the go bag she’d left by his apartment door, pulling out her stealth suit, the subtle Union Jack pattern just visible on the chest. Both of their suits were considerably muted now from the flashy red, white, and blue they’d worn during their respective wars.

“I was right, not a sports bra in sight,” she told him resignedly as she began to shimmy into the suit. “I need to repack this bag.”

“Food? Coffee?” he offered, although he knew she’d say no.

She shook her head. “No time. I’ll eat in the Quinjet. They’re always well-stocked with terrible energy bars and the like. No worse than K-rations, really - but not much better either.” She leaned over to kiss him, at the same time reaching past him into the closet to grab her shield in its brown leather case. “If I’m not outside my own building in five minutes, questions will be asked. I’ll update you when I can. Stay safe, darling. I love you,” she said all in a rush, picking up her go bag.

“Yeah, you too. I mean, you stay safe too. And - I love you too,” he told her, and she wasted precious seconds shooting him a brilliant smile.

He smiled as he locked the door behind her, knowing that at this hour of the morning she’d be able to take most of the distance at her full enhanced sprint without worrying about drawing attention. He checked the time. She should easily make the ten blocks to her own apartment before Natasha swung by to pick her up.

And then, since his own phone was still dark and silent, he headed back to bed, feeling really very absurdly cheerful for a man whose bedmate had very abruptly legged it out of his apartment at 3:12 in the morning.

Clearly, making sudden declarations of love at rushed moments when there was no time to discuss the matter at all must be something fundamental to Peggy Carter, no matter what universe she was from.

Read the rest on A03

#fanfic #steggy #steggyweek22 #my fic #peggy carter #steve rogers #captain carter

[aristobun]

" It’s snowing outside, button, " he smiles in her direction once she comes through to the kitchen.

Caleb has been up almost forty minutes cooking her breakfast for her special day, complete with a fresh banana shake. While he knows she doesn’t care much for celebrating days like that for herself, she does go all out for her husband and son, so the only rational thing to do today was treat her for once.

" Is it really?! " she beams, the smile on her face lifting up both corners of her mouth and her teeth come into view. " Oh, you cooked me breakfast, too? " she adds, lip trembling now.

" I did and before you say anything, you deserve it and I don’t wanna hear about no celebrations today, Hel. We’re making a day of it while it’s the weekend, so Cassius can party, too, " he says, a hopeful expression upon his face as he grins.

Caleb notices her rolling her eyes in response to his words as he knows that was a cheap little trick to keep her from saying no to all of this. A light laugh follows his words as she nears the table and pulls up a chair, while he brings over her dish of food. There is a full english breakfast sitting there waiting to be devoured and she almost squeals with excitement.

" Thank you so much, honey. It’s been months since we have had a proper breakfast I think.. never seem to have time in the mornings anymore, " she chuckles, lifting her fork so she can take a chunk of sausage and egg from the plate.

" Only the best for my baby and the mother of my child, " he’s sweet-talking her for some reason and even he doesn’t know why or if it’s even necessary.

Helene manages to swallow the food in her mouth before her eyes lift to look at him across the table and immediately both of them end up laughing. The sound of footsteps tumbling on down the stairs follows their amusement and Caleb is back up again to prepare a plate for Cassius.

" Good morning, buzz, " Helene pipes up, turning in her chair as their son waltzes into the kitchen and selects a seat right next to his mother, but not before wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug, wishing her a happy birthday.

" Happy Birthday, Mummy, " he says, a bright smile upon his face as she kisses his forehead and squeezes him right back, before Caleb comes over to set a plate in front of him.

" Thank you, love. You’re both so good to me, " Helene finds it hard to keep her expression moderate with how happy she is currently feeling from the overwhelming appreciation.

Caleb prepares a plate for himself then, while Cassius asks his mother a million questions about how she wants to spend her day and if they will be going out anywhere. Both parents laugh at the multitude of questions, but Helene looks across at her husband with curiosity to see if he had anything planned.

" Well, buddy, it’s snowing out there today, but I guess we can figure out somewhere indoors, " Caleb says, taking a spoonful of beans and scooping them into his mouth.

Cassius immediately gets a little more excited upon realising there is a blanket of snow outside and begins to work on his breakfast a little faster, downing the orange juice between a few mouthfuls of food. Helene chuckles at his antics, while it leaves a gobsmacked look on his fathers face.

" Hey, don’t go choking now or the only place we’ll be going is the emergency room, " Caleb says, which only encourages his wife to stifle her laughter, but then their son joins in.

Soon enough, all three of them are laughing at the table while continuing their breakfast at a much more steady pace. These are the moments that make Helene’s heart the happiest, and if no other celebrations took place, this would be all she needed.

#save #helene marie starling #caleb josiah mandel #stardel #hel’s birthday was a few days ago but i wanted to make up for missing it so :)

[sleepyorchidmonster]

Since the 3.1 gang (Cyno, Traveler, Paimon, Dehya, Alhaitham and Candace, even Rahman) has been living rent-free in my head, here are some headcanons of all the things they have been up to:

- After the 3.1 quests, everyone stayed in Aaru Village to keep a low profile, even if the Traveler still kept exploring the region, since it would be too suspicious if they just disappeared,

- As such, sometimes the Traveler brought a few trinkets from their domain explorations,

- Alhaitham loves studying all of the artifacts we found,

- Cyno receives scarab offerings in front of his bedroom door, like a cat owner receiving dead rats,

- PILLOW FIGHTS! To the death because everyone is too competitive,

- The traveler has their own room but sometimes sleeps in the Serenitea pot, which once caused a small ruckus because nobody could find them,

- Alhaitham just complaining about his roomate,

- SLEEPOVERS! The guys also participate and receive a special makeover (Cyno likes the braids, the pigtails, on the other hand...),

- The Traveler is the team's little gremlin,

- Dehya and Cyno bonding over having friemds with Eleazar,

- They sometimes spar, but things got too out of hand when Rahman teased the Traveler for also having dendro powers (we already have one dendro user, why two)

Cue special training session with the Traveler using all four elements at once while T posing

- Candace: Do you have enough emergency rations?

Traveler, looking at Paimon: Yup

Paimon: PAIMON IS NOT EMERGENCY FOOD!

The shenanigans continued even after 3.2, but that's another story.

#genshin impact #cyno #traveler #dehya #alhaitham #just noticed most of those were the traveler being chaotic #Don't think Rahman would say this but I needed someone to tick the Traveler off soooo....

[bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue]

Beboptober Day 4: Hitchhiker on the Space Highway

Thanks to @thestarlightsymphony​ for the prompt list, and to my lovely roommate for, when I was blocked on what the heck to do with this prompt, suggesting the idea of writing something from Faye’s point of view around Session 4! I guess it makes sense, since I’d noticed that the prompts list was loosely organized by episode, which is really cool! In particular, this is set before and during the events of Session 4, “Gateway Shuffle.”

“Hi! Are you there? I just picked up your signal! I’m out of fuel at the moment, and I’d just love it if you could just take me to Ganymede, and I’d—”

Quick as a flash, the ship in front of Faye vanished.

She frowned, wrinkling her nose, both at the stranger’s rudeness—didn’t they know it was bad manners to take off in the middle of a conversation?—and at the situation in which she found herself. She hated having to hitchhike, to be dependent on others. It wasn’t like she was any stranger to manipulating people to get what she wanted, using her feminine wiles (however one defined them), but she at least liked having some choice in the matter, y’know? And that was a luxury she didn’t have right now—when she’d gambled away all the money she’d stolen from those two bounty hunters, Spike and Jet, and had nothing left.

But it wasn’t really so bad. Okay, so maybe her ship was completely out of fuel. Maybe it would take an interminable time of drifting through empty space for her to get to Ganymede, where she could refill it; maybe it was even farther from any Gate locations that would let her hightail it the hell out of here. But her ship had plenty of stores of food, water, and emergency supplies should it come to that. She could survive until she got help—which, would any luck, would hopefully be soon. In the meantime, she’d open up communications with every ship she came across, putting on her perkiest and most alluring voice, and she’d get help in no time.

She was strong. She’d survived worse.

She’d be fine.

~~~~~

“Hel-looo! I just picked up your signal! I, er, have a slight problem. I’m kind of out of fuel right now. So if you could just drop me off at Ganymede, I’d—”

The zoom of the ship flying off. The crackle of static that showed up on her end of the transmission. And then, silence.

Well, maybe she wouldn’t be so fine.

Her outlook on the situation was getting gradually more bleak. She’d been drifting for hours without any success or help. Ship flybys were few and far between in this desolate part of the solar system—pretty much a long, desolate stretch in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, a thought that wasn’t even dispelled by the sight of Jupiter looming grandly above her—and the few people who had flown her way had been too busy, or wary, or absorbed in their own problems, to pick up a poor hitchhiker on the space highway.

She was beginning to run out of rations; she’d eaten many of the freeze-dried, packaged meals she had in reserve. She could probably hold out a little longer with what remained, at least until she made it a good ways to Ganymede on just her ship’s inertia, but she wasn’t getting her hopes up. Her one bright spot, her little stash of chocolate, was long gone—maybe someone with more self-control would have saved it as a treat to eat little by little, but Faye thought that in the situation she was in, she pretty much deserved something sweet immediately. And lots of it.

She wished the spaceship had booze. And that she hadn’t used her last cigarette ages ago. Or that she’d bought more in the casino with the money she didn’t have.

Maybe she could ask someone for one. If anyone bothered. If they weren’t too goddamn selfish—too much so to even give her the time of day.

But annoying as everyone else was being, she’d keep trying. Her woman’s intuition hadn’t failed her yet.

~~~~~

“Hi! I’ve just picked up your signal! I’m having a bit of a problem here. I’m a little out of fuel. So if you could just maybe take me to Ganymede, I’d—”

“Sorry, lady,” came a nasal, querulous voice from the other end of the transmission. “I don’t pick up hitchhikers.”

Without further discussion, the ship zoomed off.

Well. Faye rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair with a sigh. At least that was a conversation.

It had been a while that she’d been drifting, and she was beginning to go stir-crazy. And who wouldn’t be, she reasoned, in her circumstance? Being trapped in a tiny, claustrophobic space surrounded by your own trash floating around you, your sole view the endless blackness of space punctuated only by Jupiter and its moons maddeningly out of reach, with no one to talk to except the occasional ship (and those conversations tended to be pretty one-sided)—well, that could really do a number on you.

She’d been making a perfunctory effort to avoid putting on her spacesuit up until now—somewhere in the back of her mind was the vague idea that it would use up valuable energy, and if a ship passed by while she was out on a spacewalk, she wouldn’t be able to communicate with them until it was too late. (Although she was pretty sure they’d notice someone outside a ship in a spacesuit, jumping up and down and waving their arms frantically). She’d resolved not to use it unless it was absolutely necessary.

Well, it was absolutely necessary now. Absolutely necessary to ensure she didn’t go insane in this teeny-tiny tin can!

As she suited up and performed the spacewalk—a quick one, she promised herself, in case she really did run the risk of missing out on communications and the possibility of being saved—she was amazed at how much better she felt already. Still constrained within her spacesuit, but so much more free. She wasn’t confined to the cockpit of her ship now; she was in…well, she was in the whole of space, really. The entire solar system. Vast and wide and open and…

And with endless miles of drifting along to go before she reached Ganymede. Or any form of civilization.

Dammit. Now this was just depressing.

When she climbed back into her empty cockpit, with no change from before—no new sights, no passing ships—it was almost a relief.

~~~~~

“Hi! I just picked up your signal and, well, I have a slight problem. I’m a little out of fuel at the moment. So if you could just take me to Ganymede, I’d really—”

Zoom!

Whoever thought space travel would bring humanity closer together was crazy.

She wasn’t sure anyone had said that, but someone must have, right? Not a lot of records existed from the time before space travel—she knew that firsthand. But there had to have been a reason people on Earth invented hyperspace gates and spaceships and all that crap. It probably wasn’t for the purpose of having people drift along aimlessly while surrounded their own trash, roughin’ it, hitchhiking.

She really was roughin’ it, wasn’t she? Her food and drink packets were almost all exhausted, her ship had been pathetically flashing its FUEL EMPTY light at her for forever, and she hadn’t washed her hair in days—she was in desperate need of a shower. Just being here, existing in the tiny cockpit of the Red Tail surrounded by empty food wrappers and trash, made her feel gross and grimy.

She didn’t know how much more of this crap she could take. She’d kick the dashboard in frustration if she had any room to in this goddamned prison cell. Which only made her more frustrated.

Dammit, she knew nothing good would ever come of trusting others.

Oh, well. All she could do now was keep going, right? Keep trying? However annoyed she was about it. A hitchhiker never got anywhere by just giving up.

~~~~~

“Hi! I just picked up your signal and, well, I have a slight problem. I’m kind of out of fuel at the moment. So if you could just take me to Ganymede, I’d really appreciate—it…”

Before Faye had even finished her sentence, the ship behind her that her ship had picked up was gone. She trailed off in dismay, then groaned in despair. “Dammit!” she exclaimed. “Why is everyone in such a hurry all the time? Don’t they know it’s unhealthy?”

Suddenly, she was alerted to another ship drifting through space near her—or, more accurately, the wreckage of another ship. It looked completely ruined, and she couldn’t immediately see evidence of anyone inside.

Maybe another space hitchhiker, like her. Someone who had met a more tragic end. Or maybe the victim of a criminal.

Her curiosity was overwhelming. She went to investigate.

After all, who could resist?

~~~~~

“Hi! I just picked up your signal and, well, I have a slight problem. I’m kind of out of fuel at the moment. If you could just take me to Ganymede, I’d be really appreciative…”

Silence. Not that this was any shock to Faye. But she was a little surprised at the fact that the ship she contacted wasn’t taking off—it was just sitting there, in empty space, listening. As if it was taunting her. She groaned and began to shake the monitor in a fit of anger. “Are you listening?!” she yelled. “I know you’re there! Say something!”

It was then that she fully registered the ship in front of her—and recognized it. In her shock, she straightened up, banging her head on the ceiling painfully. She let out a cry of pain, then a groan of exasperation.

It was the Bebop. The same ship that belonged to the bounty hunters—Spike and Jet—from whom she’d just escaped.

Oh well, she reasoned. A rescue was a rescue. And now she wasn’t completely out of assets—she had that strange case that the ISSP man in the wrecked ship had given her, the one she wasn’t supposed to open. And she had the mysterious, tantalizing gold thing inside.

Now this would be interesting.

#cowboy bebop #beboptober #beboptober 2022 #anime #gateway shuffle #faye valentine #spike spiegel #jet black #hitchhiking #hitchhiker on the space highway #textpost #drabble #fic #my fic #maya’s musings #maya’s masterpieces #god i'm so tired #i couldn't start writing this until like 12 AM because of homework and then it got way longer than i'd planned #(so it's barely been edited) #but please enjoy anyway! #and hey it's technically still the 4th in some time zones right? #right...?