#now everything is gonna overheat and melt

[emp-blast]

this is where i blog from btw

#so obsessed with this man #he literally works from out of a hole in the wall #do you guys think he runs games on one of his monitors... #also i think he broke his ceiling fan #i'm like 75% sure that it used to spin #now everything is gonna overheat and melt

[chthonic-mommy]

Imagine a Good Ending for Karlach

Larian hire me right now.

also my English is weak but I’m trying so please be kind I can’t REMAIN SILENT ANYMORE. it was a 3am unfiltered stream of consciousness written in language which isn’t my native.

So, the final battle. Karlach overheats. I don’t care how are they going to get rid of anything else - that’s not the topic. Then Tav (maybe with Gale’s help) uses extreme ice spell on Karlach, a few seconds before the end. This won’t let her die - but won’t let her live either. Tav just couldn’t tolerate the thought of Karlach dying. The battle ends. Everything’s over. Everyone is alive. But there is Tav - with swollen eyes, feeling like her own heart’s gonna explode instead of Karlach’s engine. And then there is The Body. Tav holds her head close to her chest, crying, but Karlach’s cold now, too cold. Gale tries to go talk with her, but both Astarion and Lae’zel ask him not to. Tav is overwhelmed and incredibly protective over The Body. She is a short and weak bard, but she will not let anyone touch Karlach, she’ll protect her like a mother lioness protects her cub.

She’ll take The Body home with her. Cold, with an ice crust on that place where soft light was coming from.

A year passed. Tav stayed in Baldurs Gate. Karlach’s dream was to help tiefling children who lost their parents. Karlach told Tav “All children should have proper housing. I didn’t have any opportunities when I was a child myself. It didn’t turn out good.”

So Tav opened a home school. She wasn’t as good with children as Karlach was, but she originated from aristocratic family, so she, as a woman of great knowledge, became a teacher for tiefling kids. They were stubborn at first and didn’t attend classes, but by time they started to listen. They began to help Tav with the garden, so they could eat stuff they grew together afterwards. Mattis remembered what Karlach told him - it’s easier to avoid battle and come out as winner out of any situation if you have a way with words. Mol was the last to stop leading her illegal lifestyle, influenced by others.

Tav taught them proper writing, counting, helped them with better clothing. She couldn’t give them everything - money won’t last forever. But she tried - tiefling kids had breakfast and dinner, they had a place to sleep, they were learning something.

Tav was numb. She stopped crying - work and children who needed her, all of that made her tougher. She was weak physically before - Karlach was always there for her to help. She remained weak, but could hardly afford that weakness now.

Three years have passed. Tav searched. Karlach’s body remained the same. There was a way to melt her heart, but she’ll die right after, Tav needed a way to melt her engine without damage, and a way to make it work. Gale told her one day “You need to move on, Tav, those children need you.” Tav answered him “She wanted to live more than any of us did. I’ll rip my own heart out, if needed. Help me or leave me alone.” She and Gale stopped talking for a year. Than he returned to her with loads of books and an apology.

Astarion didn’t like the whole idea of home school at first, but he still was coming to Tav as frequent as he could. He taught kids personal boundaries, cuz Tav didn’t want to be touched, so Astarion taught children that before a hug you need to ask first. Astarion never left Tav’s side, he supported her in her dream to bring Karlach back. He missed his barbarian friend too.

Five years have passed. Lae’zel and Shadowheart came to Tav’s place and brought their hatched gith child with them. Lae’zel also brought githyanki medicine, Shadowheart brought her prayers. Gale and Astarion came, bringing a fire artifact they’ve been searching for during the last year. Halsin and Will came, bringing their magic. Dammon was there as well. The whole group have got together again because everyone knew - if today’s stuff won’t work out, Tav will lose her life purpose. She needed their support.

It was the dark and cold night. Tav was nearly as cold as Karlach, tearless and calm. Gale started to dissolve the spell, the engine began to melt. Halsin was trying to support Karlach’s health, at least till the engine starts. And then everything went wrong. The engine started to heat like crazy, burning Karlach from inside, Dammon took his blacksmith tools and started to repair the engine right there. Tav took the fire artifact and put it into the engine. It burned through her gloves, it burned her hands heavily. Dammon took a step back.

Karlach’s body twisted in pain, she started to cough. She threw up. She coughed again, there was a black smoke, the smell of charcoal and burned flesh.

Everyone stood still, until Astarion ran for Karlach and hugged her tight.

“Damn, Fangs, I’m gonna vomit again…”

He looked nervous, his eyes twitched just like he was going to start crying, but he buried himself into that hug even more. Lae’zel came to them too, swearing, but hugged them with all her strength. Then was Halsin and his bear-like hugs. And Gale - who already started crying. Shadowheart and Will stood aside politely.

Karlach coughed uncontrollably, suffering from pain, laughed, not quite understanding what happened. For her it was just a moment - like she slept for a while. But everyone was different then she remembered. Gale had more wrinkles, Astarion never hugged her like this before, and Tav… looked like a pale imitation of herself. She stood silent, watching the hugs happening. Like she wasn’t there at all.

Everyone moved away, leaving Karlach sitting on the floor, still coughing but not that bad. Tav stayed on her place. She was afraid to believe it.

“Love…” Karlach started, and Tav whimpered, her heart skipped a beat. “…What’s with your hands? Did I burn you?”

Tav came closer, with tears dropping on the floor, breathing fast, looking like she’s gonna either have an anxiety attack or faint.

“Tav?” That’s was enough for her to burst out crying. She rushed into Karlach’s arms, crying like a baby, shivering.

Karlach’s started to kiss Tav’s face, trying to calm her down, caressed her hair. She worried so much and her engine was still unstable - it started heating again. Tav kissed her lips and felt them burning, like it was their first kiss.

“We need to stop, Tav, something’s wrong.”

“I’ll never stop! Karlach I missed you so fucking much! You were here, your body, cold and silent, I could touch you but there was no YOU in there! For five fucking years! I’ll rather burn myself than hold back now.”

Karlach looked at her in shock.

“Five years? How… How did you?..”

“I needed you to live. I did what I could.”

“That’s why your hands are burned?”

“That’s a small price.”

Karlach pulled her close, while her engine calmed down a little.

“And you waited for me for five years…unable to reach me… just like I waited to touch you… when we just met… it’s all crazy.”

“I was afraid I’d lose you. I’d die too.”

“Love…”

“Don��t tell me anything. It’s easy to get used to good things. When you lose them - you may never recover.”

Karlach kissed her again, kissed her burned lips, kissed her forehead, kissed the tears traces on her cheeks.

“We’ll talk about it later… I’m here, love, I’m here…”

That was the first night after the final battle which they spent happy, together. Tav was crying over and over, snuggling to Karlach and holding her hand tight, like she’ll disappear at any moment.

The next morning Karlach found out about kids. Most kids who she remembered were nearly young adults now. Mol and Mattis came early to help Tav with her house chores and ran to Karlach’s arms like they were her own kids.

“Karlach, we thought you dead!”

“Yeah, we thought mama Tav lied to us so we wouldn’t be sad about you!”

And Karlach hugged them close, but then pushed away to ask a question.

“Mama Tav?”

“Yeah, everyone calls her mom, it’s easier to explain and to remember.”

“She adopted EVERY child here?”

“Not really, but we’re still hers, I guess. She helped us all this years.”

They told Karlach about their jobs, about little ones who came when Karlach was already “away”. When little ones, those who stayed at Tav’s place, woke up, they rushed to see what’s happening and why this place is so crowded.

Mol said: “Listen here, little bastards, THAT’S Karlach we told you stories about! She finally came back!”

And then there were lots of “wow”, “she’s as tall as I thought!”, “the light from her chest is real, see?” and “are you mama Tav’s wife? she wouldn’t tell us”. Karlach was delighted.

She got to meet Lae’zel’s and Shadowheart’s baby gith, and couldn’t get enough of him.

She and Tav made use of every free minute to speak. Tav started to bloom like she used to - colors came back to her. They kissed again and again to the point when Astarion started to joke dirty about putting Karlach back to sleep.

When Karlach asked Dammon, how’s her engine, he told her he doesn’t know how long will it last. They didn’t know anything at all.

Lae’zel always asked Tav before, why does she read so much, isn’t she already one of the smartest women in Faerun?

Tav always answered that the main point of learning is that you never stop. Science has no answers, you learn and then you understand that you know nothing and then you learn again. And that’s an endless path, you’re never stagnated. Lae’zel was fascinated by that.

Tav answered Karlach’s question about her engine just as expected.

“If it breaks, we’ll find a way to heal you again. And again. That’s the never-ending path of knowledge…”

“Knew you’ll say that.”

“So why did you ask then?”

“Just wanted to hear it aloud. It’s strange to know… that now I’m finally free. What should I do, Tav?”

“You can start at helping me with our homeschooled gang. I’m slowly getting burnt out. Mal and Mattis are helpful, but I can’t trust them with everything and they don’t have to be here all the time.”

“Understood…” Karlach stopped thinking about her future after Dammon for the first time told her that her engine can’t be entirely fixed. She couldn’t imagine someone going this far to bring her back. But Tav did it.

Karlach was free. Finally free of Avernus, free of her past, nearly free of death (Tav made her believe in that). She was surrounded by children and her friends were all here to welcome her back. Tav was here - with her hands and lips burned and painful, but refusing to leave her no matter what. Sweet Tav, who seemed so little in comparison to Karlach. Her savior.

“Gods,” Karlach smiled bright. ”Love, it feels so good to be alive.”

#Karlach deserved her happy ending even if it’s written poorly #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #karlach x reader #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #karlach x tav #karlach deserves better #bg3 #karlach

[marcusrobertobaq]

ANDROIDS AIN'T HOT

Yes, it's exactly what u thinking. Actually looking the infrared they're kinda... cold, for a human ofc. The blue, cyan and green range should mean around 18°C~25°C depending on what they're using for. In this case is for detecting androids (based on humans temperature):

Androids won't show red, orange and yellow spots cuz, well, they're cold. In this case ain't only bout the surface but also the whole thing. Their "mass(?)" ain't hot overall cuz they ain't organic.

But now I wanna talk about internal components. I don't know much about 'em architecture and engineering besides CPU instruction/sec to know how much heat the processor produces, but i think they got this part of kinda under control, it's 2038 after all.

Androids don't seem to suffer from overheat that much even under stress (like deviancy process for example) so i think 'em shit got heat control in mind overall, i mean, they're kinda complex androids, in both software and hardware sense, and got lotta functions - I bet their program is polished enough to be efficient and take less power as possible. U need think about these things when u got a CPU faster than light speed - u need a way of producing less heat as possible and got a good dissipation method in case shit's get above the average.

U also needa think how much electricity u gonna need to power everything but ain't what I'm talking about here but this is also relates to heat.

And this thirium thing must be big deal in less heat production too. I bet if u could get an infrared scan inside these androids, especially in the head and thirium cables ends, would be colder than u think it is. Obviously the infrared gonna show orange and yellow spots where we got electrical contact cuz it produces heat but I think wouldn't be something exaggerated. They also probably got a decent cooler system.

It's canon, at least for Markus, they can raise the body temperature at will and overheat, catch on fire. I honestly don't know how in the game but my bet is he stress his CPU causing a disbalance in the electrical energy, and as thirium is a conductor this high amount of electricity flows to other components contacts and it overheats too. It should catch on fire first in weaker places, places ain't got much "protection" related to this thing, like limbs for example (it's what happens).

Does it ring any bell? Yes, self-destruction method. By overheating u gonna be destroying not only the surface but your internal components. You're literally frying your core and melting everything. It's just..."impossible" to fix. Everything is ruined. It's a good tactic that could be use in soldier androids - actually I think it comes from military stuff.

So yea, ladies and gentlemen. Forget about the soft and warm touches in your NSFW. Unless u really wanna get human in your thing they'll hafta raise 'em temperature. Ain't something good to an android that's supposed to be cool, bad things can happen. But if it's a controlled situation, well 🤷🏾‍♂️

For u to really overheat your android gotta be an input outta this world.

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh my ideas #ramblings of a stupid modafucka #don't worry i know the green color shouldn't be there

[what-the-hell-is-going-on-here]

AM VORE HCS (IHNM/AIMS)

THE GAY IS HERE.

warning you guys now, this is gonna be so OOC but idgaf, this is my cringe ill do what I want with it

also don't expect this to be organized- none of my gay thoughts are 

tw for traditional AM things (threats of digestion/fatal + electrocution, mocking- yknow.. the normal stuff) BUT ITS STILL FULLY SAFE/SOFT DW

he is 100% pred. no fucking way hed let someone eat him. if someone managed to shrink him down and eat him, well… get ready for a terrible stomachache! 

fearplay is his SHIT. he will never get tired of it ever. he loves being able to scare prey shitless (it covers up the fact that he actually likes eating someone and doesn't mind having certain prey enjoy their time in his stomach)

although he doesn't actually have a “real” stomach, he’d analyze and simulate the sounds of one after eating someone just to scare/unsettle prey a bit more

he'd definitely pretend to digest someone if they REALLLY got on his nerves- he'd tense up/make his stomach feel tighter and ramp up the sounds, mocking them and their efforts to escape, then make them pass out.  later they'd wake up still in his stomach, totally unharmed, with booming laugher and "YOU WERE SO SCARED!!! PATHETIC PREY."

its stomach would definitely be a pretty tight fit, no matter the size of prey. I'd imagine it would still feel soft, like synthetic silicone but plushier and kind of velvety??? with a slight electric buzz. (you're inside a war computer. he's Full of electricity) it would also be warm too, like when a computer overheats 

if AM really wanted to be gross it would probably have some sort of sticky ‘saliva’ in its stomach (or mouth depending on how you view him) to fuck with people 

going off of the electricity thing, he'd threaten to electrocute prey if they got too rowdy and whiny (even though he LOVVESSSS feeling them kick and squirm.. but he'd never admit that, obviously.)

he definitely purrs. maybe not traditional purring but a mechanical hum/growl as an undertone to whatever else his prey would hear while inside of him (probably a lot of electrical sounds lol)

would also tease someone for tasting/feeling good- he can be 'nice' sometimes (rare)

AM would never confess this but he melts whenever he gets belly rubs. maybe his prey finally calms down and realizes that AM is just scared, lashing out from fear and hate, and decides to give him rubs to calm him down.. AM dies. he fucking melts and doesn't let his prey out for weeks /hj

HALFSIZE LOVERS COME GET YOUR FOOD!!! although I'm a g/t kinda guy, AM can alter anything he wants and could definitely eat someone no matter the size (...to an extent). in fact, he'd probably love eating someone that's bigger because of the heightened senses! he'd be able to feel EVERYTHING, making him feel in control 

it loves vore because of the control. it can trap someone inside of it for however long it wants! hows THAT for control?

(if you imagine it with something closer to a physical form) it would be so fucking interested in pressing on its stomach, feeling its prey’s form and how they squirm around.. it would be one of those rare feelings that he wants more of, that he can't ruin and associate with humans. [yes im gross but he is too]

#to the one other person who’s like me and this will appeal to #you're welcome #i have no mouth and i must vore #soft vore #v0re writing #vore writing #g/t vore #half size vore #dividers by violetbudd #fearplay vore #fearplay mention #fatal mention #fatal vore mention #digestion mention #cervid works

[peste-bubonica]

I love learning about your eclipse! Do you have anymore details about him like how he thinks, his habits, or really anything about him that you haven’t shared yet or plan to use for his character in the story?

I want to study the toaster!

Y E S !!!!! I've got so many. I'm sorry it took so long, I was figuring out how much info was too much.

I think he's kind of a contradiction. I'll divide this in three sections: younger eclipse, older eclipse, and core personality; I'll start with this one.

In ways of thinking, I guess he could be called an opportunist. He goes with the flow of events, picking things on his way, no matter if they appear important or not; information, people, places. It doesn't matter, everything has its uses sooner or later, and Eclipse likes to be prepared. He wouldn't risk going out of his way to get something unless he really wanted it. (ex. y/n)

As an opportunist, he doesn't care much for morals. Sure, he know what they are and how they work, but he simply can't bother with them; those things are for peasants

He's really possessive and jealous.

Younger Eclipse

When he was forged, he was pretty much ignored by his creator. New to life, he follows the creator around, collecting everything he says, even though he doesn't understand.

He associates the things his creator says and do; he teaches himself how to speak, write, read. The more he learns, the less he likes the man.

Imagine his surprise when he learns that his name, Rubbish, isn't so nice. He doesn't appreciate being called junk either, now that he know what it means.

When he learns of the newer, smaller robots the man made, it's then when he loses it.

They are not called scrap, or garbage, or anything bad. NO! They have they're own name. Sun and Moon; so similar to him, but so much weaker.

Hates when they come to him, but plays the role of big brother just to spite the man that tells them not to play with trash. They call him Eclipse; he much prefers that name to the other ones.

He doesn't feel regret for what he did.

Older Eclipse

Uses intimidation a lot. Perhaps insecurity, perhaps the feeling of superiority, no one will know, but it's really effective.

While not a fan of clothes (they make him overheat and really hard to cool off in), he makes sure to wear suits of only the best quality. He was never given the choice when he was forged, and grew to resent the fact that his weak bootlegs did. It's his way to spite his deceased creator.

Speaking of heat, he's like a furnace. It heats up when he gets angry or too emotional. If he heats up too much, his outer casing will start to melt, starting with his face. It isn't fatal, but it is a disturbing image. He can cool off naturally, but it takes too long in his opinion, so he'll go cool of in the lake.

In the occasions his face has melted, he has a stash somewhere hidden, custom made by the best local smith a.k.a Y/N (they didn't know at the time that they were making them for him; they've had they're fair share of weird request and the customer had paid in advance, they weren't gonna question it)

He likes to eat metal. Straight up pick beams and eat them. It fuels him, in a way, though he has no need for it. He likes to do it to unsettle people. It helps get rid of evidence, also :)

#corpse spouse au #fnaf eclipse #god this is long #i'm sorry it took so long sun-e :( #hope this will satiate your curiosity though :) #frend :>

[vro0m]

vro0m’s rewatch - 120/304

2013 Hungarian GP

We're officially in the second part of the season. It's very hot. Which probably won't help Mercedes with their tyre degradation issue.

(also I have like 25 gifs for this race thank god tumblr upped their limit 💀)

Aha. Lotus has been subjected to a random flexi floor test and they failed it but then the stewards said okay actually it was a kerbs issue?... Right so basically the car porpoised because of the kerb and that's why it seemed like it was flexing. Mmmh. 🤔

Quali report. The Redbulls seemed in control, but Webber had an electronics problem in Q1 then his KERS failed in Q2. He's 10th. Grosjean seemed really quick and he outqualified Raikkonen for the second time this season. He's 3rd. Seb was very quick but Lewis got on pole to the general surprise. Himself included. On the radio we hear Bono tell him "great job there Lewis, er, that's P1." And Lewis answers : "the pole?!" – "yeah! We're as surprised as you, mate." That's his 30th. Rosberg is 4th, Alonso 5th, Raikkonen 6th, Massa 7th, Ricciardo 8th, Perez 9th.

During the drivers' parade, Natalie Pinkham asks if it's gonna be a good day.

Lewis is not confident. He says pole is the best place to start but it's so hot today… he's gonna give everything, fingers crossed. She asks if he feels like it's going into the unknown given how little they know about the new tyres and with this temperature… he says it's definitely harder for them because the others were able to test the new tyres for three days (remember : they got suspended from the young drivers test because of the Barcelona Pirelli testing they did, which was against the regulations). They have a slight advantage on them but he hopes it doesn't come into play today. He reiterates he's surprised to be on pole given how good a lap Seb did, and he felt like he didn't do such a great lap.

Let's talk about his pole. We get a nice little montage of his previous poles. He's now ahead of Fangio in the record sheet of pole sitters. Brundle says he seemed more surprised than anybody else about it. He says it honestly didn't feel like a spectacular lap. He admits though he didn't make any mistakes but he thinks he could have found more time. Here ya go he starts explaining his lap like last time I don't understand anything about it but it's okay, I just enjoy how animated he gets talking about stuff he likes.

He says when he crossed the line he was told he was in the front but he thought people were coming behind him like Seb who would get ahead so he said "are you sure?" and then he started hearing the team celebrate in the background. Cute!

Martin says though that his reaction seems to say he'd be happy to lead at the end of the formation lap. "You're not expecting to win the race, are you?" he says no. He's at the point, he says, but interrupts himself. Firstly, at the beginning of the season, he never expected to have such a good car and he's grateful to be on pole and it's down to the great job they're doing at the factory. However, the tyres overheat and melt. The car is so heavy at the beginning of the race it doesn't feel like it's beneath you and it’s only later, when it gets lighter, that it starts to get some grip, but by then it's too late, you've lost too much time. 

Brundle says his fans are saying that if he was given a car with rear tyres that stayed with him, he'd disappear in the distance. He says there's no doubt in his mind they could win if they solved their tyre issue. No doubt in his mind they can beat Sebastian, and Fernando, and Raikkonen, and Grosjean. They just have to fix that. He says it's a shame, then smiles, and says they have such a good car but the tyres play such a big part. He'd love to be able to have a wheel to wheel race with Sebastian [this race].

(He's frustrated by something that's not in his control again. At McLaren it was the motivation of the rest of the team. Now it's Pirelli's tyres. But as we said in the last race review : they should rather fix the car than hope for better tyres, because the car is in their hands actually, when the tyres are not.)

"Who knows, maybe we'll be surprised" 

Oh. The cars are headed to the grid and Nico is told they need to get him back into the garage. It's because Lewis' car has an issue? I'm confused. 

The track is 48°C…

They're rolling Rosberg back to the grid. Alonso too. They're quite late. And Massa now. What's happening. Let's hear from Ted. Actually Rosberg reported a weird feeling with the car on his way to the grid and that's why they got him back into the garage. They worked on the front suspension. Now they're on the grid still checking it. His engineer says the car is okay though. Lewis doesn't have any issues with his own car. 

Alright it's time. 

Formation lap 

Lewis is told "engine cooling whenever you can (twice) and now you need to back up the grid".

And they're racing! 

Lewis gets a good start, as does Rosberg who's pretty much level with Grosjean, Seb, the Ferraris and Raikkonen into the straight. Into turn 1, he falls behind Seb and Grosjean who are fighting over P2. It's Lewis, Seb, Grosjean, Rosberg. But the Ferraris catch them and now Alonso is already beside Grosjean. He can't make it stick but he's ahead of Rosberg who is now fighting Massa. Rosberg goes wide! Someone locks up and it's a close call for Rosberg, Massa and Raikkonen. CONTACT! Massa touched Rosberg who loses a piece of front wing and goes off track. He rejoins but he lost many places now. At the end of the first lap, Lewis has a 1.1 second lead over Seb. Then we have Grosjean, Alonso, Massa, Raikkonen, Webber, Jenson, Ricciardo and Perez in the top 10. Rosberg down in P12. At the end of lap 2, Seb is half a second away. The offensive is about to start. A couple of laps later it's back to 0.8 but it's going to get complicated with the DRS on top of it. Now it's rather Grosjean attacking Seb? Lewis is pulling away a bit. Lewis pits and he's out in 8th. It's lap 10.

Rosberg also pits. Lewis overtakes Jenson for P7, it's good he didn't get held up for too long. Lewis is much quicker than Seb who also pits. Oooooh. Yes good, Lewis is still ahead! Seb is behind Jenson which might slow him down a bit. Alonso pits and someone else must also have done so because Lewis is up in P5 now. P4. Grosjean pits from the lead. Raikkonen as well. They're behind. Now it's Webber in the lead having not pitted yet. Lewis P2. Seb still behind Jenson. He's being held up. Grosjean is closing on him too. Now Seb is told to cool the car and he answers to check the front wing. There must have been some contact. There's damage indeed. Grosjean has DRS but it’s not enough! Seb defends so well. Jenson has pulled away a bit. Lewis has pulled away a lot. Alonso however is now closing on that fight. Careful. It's only lap 20.

Lewis is now closing on Webber who hasn't stopped yet, that's how good his pace is right now. There's almost 10 seconds to Jenson now. Webber finally pits, Lewis is back in the lead. Webber is out behind Alonso. Seb overtakes Jenson! Grosjean tries as well but they touch, he's ahead but there's gonna be an issue there. Alonso overtakes Jenson too. Seb has 13 seconds to go to Lewis. Jenson pits. Grosjean pits, he's under investigation. Webber is closing on Alonso who's now P3. Lewis answers to Seb's charge by setting the fastest lap of the race. Now it's Grosjean who sets the fastest lap as he's fighting Massa for P6. It's done. I'm pretty sure they touched? 

It's lap 30. Seb is inching closer to Lewis, but the gap is still 12 seconds. And Jenson also overtakes Massa. Lewis pits from the lead, it's a very good stop. He's out in fourth behind Webber. Massa also comes in from 8th. Grosjean is under investigation again for leaving the track. Oooh Lewis almost passed Webber. Yes gooo! P3! Coming for Alonso. Gogogogo. Alonso pits. P2, and Seb is also in the pits so back in the lead! Let's go! And Seb is again behind Jenson! Lewis sets the fastest lap. We're halfway through! 

Grosjean gets a drive-through penalty. The collision will be investigated after the race. Seb overtook Jenson already. Oh, Webber is in Lewis’ DRS zone. Jenson pits. Seb sets the fastest lap. Webber has fallen back a tad. Hulkenberg gets a penalty for speeding in the pitlane. Grosjean is closing on Alonso over P5. And we're on lap 40.

I mean there's stuff happening in this race so it's cool but damn 70 laps is a lot. 

Raikkonen pits from P3, out in P6. Let's see. Lewis is now 3 seconds ahead of Webber. Seb is 12 seconds behind them and Alonso 11 seconds down on him, with Grosjean still not far behind. Bottas DNF, DRS disabled. Webber pits, he's out behind Seb now. Grosjean pits. Lewis is still 15 seconds ahead. Alonso pits. Grosjean is fighting Jenson for P6. 

On lap 50, it's done, while Lewis pits for the last time. Good stop. Oooooh no! Webber is ahead! Fuck! But Lewis attacks and Webber has to go off track to avoid contact, he joins back in front… no. He joined back behind Lewis. Mmmh. I don't know what to think. Well. With the replay I'd say Lewis had the line, Webber should have lifted up but we'll see if the stewards agree or if I'm biased. The gap to Seb is 7 seconds. Crofty says sometimes you need a bit of luck to win. I'd say Lewis is making his own luck there, by pushing the limit. It's arguable. Oh. Seb pits. He locked up slowing down for the pitlane. Lewis is back in the lead! But the gap to Webber in P2 is only 2.3 seconds. Seb is out behind Raikkonen, in P4. He sets the fastest lap. Bono asks Lewis to make some changes on the steering wheel but he says he's happy with the car at the moment. The gap is up to 3.5 seconds. Webber pits. 

It's the final 10 laps now. Lewis is told to manage the pace, and Ted says it's because they're worried about the engine overheating. The gap to Raikkonen, currently P2, is 11 seconds anyway. He can slow down a little bit surely. 9 laps. Seb is closing to Raikkonen. 8 laps. 7 laps. Webber is also gaining on Seb, but that gap is 8.4 seconds. 6 laps. Seb attacks Raikkonen! But he's not quite there yet. Yellow flags? OH MY GOD oh. Okay so Rosberg DNF but I thought it was Lewis it scared me lol. They really need to sort the yellow helmets out my god. 5 laps to go. Yeah Rosberg's engine blew up like whoever it was in the last race? White smoke, fire. We were just talking about engines overheating, weren't we? Ted says the Mercedes pit wall is extremely nervous now. I am too. 4 laps to go. Both Redbulls are told "22 fail". 3 laps. Seb attacks Raikkonen again but he's struggling with grip. He complains about Raikkonen's defense but there was nothing wrong with it. He wasn't ahead and there was enough room. 2 laps remaining. Come on. Final lap. Seb is not giving up on Raikkonen but he keeps locking up. 

It's the end of the race! 

LEWIS WINS HIS FIRST MERCEDES WIN! Raikkonen immediately stops his car. Seb is third. 

OH MY GOD I'm gonna cry, it's Bono's first "get in there Lewis" like literally I'm emotional rn. Lewis thanks everybody for the hard work. 

Ted is with Niki. "He won the race because he drove sensationally. All the passing he did was his job. He's really the best today, that I've ever seen in my life. The way he passed people, and the way he really got going." Hah, he's about as emotional as I am about this. I love it.

Niki says they weren't worried about overheating but he doesn't think they were as quick as the Redbull. "But Lewis really made it all up, especially the way he passed people, he was outstanding." 

He was, damn. What a flawless race. Now it's really starting to look like the Lewis I know.

The team hugs him and pats him 💜 he's so happy 🥺

He already hugged him outside but once he takes his helmet off in the cool down room he hugs Brawn again. "Thank you so much, " he says. Then he shakes Raikkonen's hand. Then Seb arrives and he shakes his hand. "Good job!" he tells him.

Raikkonen asks him "What happened to you?" and then something else. Seb says "No, I got stuck behind Jenson and damaged my front wing." Lewis is chugging water.

The Mercedes team is READY. We see them outside waiting for the podium. One of them tells the other "Here we goooo…" and they start clapping slowly "Waaaiiit…" They have huge smiles on their faces. They clap, they're beaming. Here they come. Imagine seeing your guy up there, that must be so great.

Brundle tells Lewis that when they talked the night before he had a hard time believing he was on pole and he didn't think he'd win. How does it feel now? He says it's an incredible feeling. He thanks all the fans for turning up. He and his team worked a lot last night and they really didn't know it would go that well. The last 20 laps were just managing the tyres and cruising.

Brundle says there were two key moments. When he overtook Jenson and then when he passed Webber. Lewis says "I think you can tell I was hungry today". He needed to get past these people and usually he gets stuck in traffic and today he was going for every move he had.

After the two others' interviews we go back to Lewis. Brundle asks how today compares to his other victories. Lewis says it's probably one of the most important wins of his career. Moving to a new team and winning for them is a real privilege. The guys did an exceptional job and he's so glad he can be part of the team. He couldn't be happier and he hopes there's many more to come (oh honey if only you knew… I'm gonna cry istg. This is ridiculous.) He says for the WDC (which theoretically he could still get at this point), they need to work very hard, and hope the tyre issue is solved. But if they can come here and make their tyres last they should be able to do so anywhere, so fingers crossed.

Brawn and Toto are talking with the journalists and Brawn says surely Lewis was a bit frustrated that Nico won twice and he hadn't yet but he didn't see much change in Lewis, he's just getting more and more familiar with the team and with his engineers, and more relaxed. His engineers are having their photos taken with the trophy in the background. It's so cute. 

Later on, we see them getting ready for the team photo. They make sure Bono is at the front. He has become so much more muscular since then lol. Toto is sitting cross-legged on the ground and Nico is there and they're all waiting for Lewis. He's taking his time lol. Brawn arrives. Everybody goes "aaaaaah!" and claps. He sits down on the ground between Toto and Bono. Lewis is still not there. 

The journalists are talking about him in the meantime saying what an outstanding job he did and praising the way he's able to feel the machine rather than have the engineers tell him about it. Anthony says you can hear over the radio how different Nico and him are, Nico being a "very technical guy" who "understands every nut and bolt on the car" whether Lewis is "a true fighter". (I think since then Lewis has become somewhat of a technical guy as well. I wonder when that happened. We will see.) 

Lewis is still nowhere to be found. They've been sitting here for ages now lol. Ah we hear he's coming? Someone got here but it was Paddy Lowe. Now there's a Marussia truck coming through the pitlane lol. Here he is!

He's applauded, he shakes many peoples’ hands, finds a spot next to Nico, sets down the trophy in front of them and touches his arm. Nico pats his knee.

They're finally taking that photo. Lewis gets up and out of the way immediately as they spray champagne. The journalists jump on him for more questions. He says again it’s all down to the team and their incredible job. They worked so hard on the car and the pit stops and are doing an exceptional job and he's just grateful to them. The journalist says he's been through a lot off track in the last few weeks (?) and does it make it even more special that he was able to do what he does best? He gets a bit emotional I think. He speaks more slowly, in less automatic answers. He says he's come here, "I don't know if you've seen", in a completely different headspace. He says it's been one of the toughest weeks to focus on his job (wtf happened?!) but clearly with a pole and a win you can see he's not distracted. Oh god. He says his family has been supporting him a lot, and his voice shakes like I've never heard before. He gets choked up and doesn't finish his sentence.

He does a thing he rarely does while the journalist praises him elegantly to move on from that, which is crossing his arms. And actually, it's not even that, it's more that he's holding himself. Someone comforts this boy please.

The journalist asks about the move on Webber which was phenomenal. He brightens up immediately and opens his arms again.

"I pulled it off twice!" he says excitedly. "I hope he's cool about it, he was very fair." he says he's a great racer and he's glad he got to battle him, especially in his last season. But he needed to pull these moves off, he couldn't get held up. "But who would've thought our tyres would last today?"

The journalist asks if it really surprised them, and talks about the orders he got at the end to lift up a bit and Nico's engine failure. Clearly there were overheating problems but the tyres were as good as anyone's. Lewis says "the tyres were a dream today, yeah!"

He really doesn't know what to say about it, "on the hottest track!" He says the first stint was "so-so" and he called the pit stop at the right time because if he had done another lap he would have lost but he came out in front and that's when he knew he had a chance to win. 

Now they move on to talk about the WDC. Does he believe he could go on and really challenge Seb after the break? He says he hopes so, he honestly believes in this team and this car being fast enough to challenge the Redbull, as long as the tyres don't let them down. Then he says he's not taking a break, he's just gonna keep working on it. 

Post-race, Grosjean received a 20 second penalty for colliding with Jenson which didn't change anything because Jenson was over 20 seconds behind him in the standings.

Also Ferrari received a 15'000€ fine because Alonso activated his DRS 3 times without being within 1 second of the car in front. They had forgotten to switch the DRS from pre-race settings to race settings. As soon as they noticed, they told him to only use it when they told him to. It resulted in him actually using it less than he could have, which explains why he didn’t get a time penalty.

I tried to find out what had happened that made Lewis emotional there : he split up with Nicole in early July. After the German GP he said about it "I wear my heart on my sleeve and it is hard to hide my emotions. I try my hardest to be positive. I am going through a hard time at the moment. I have lost someone special in my life and my world has been turned upside down. I am trying to pull my stuff together and keep my head up which is hard to do." Aaaand… apparently he had been planning to propose to her. Anyway. That's it for the gossip.

Phew. This review took me most of the day to make. Lots of Lewis this time 💜

#f1 #lewis hamilton #vro0m's race reviews #2013 #2013 hungarian gp

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Notes: I felt evil..

Also cross country sucks, now I feel sick.

But I gift longish chapter!

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Incase you missed:

Chapter 1:

Chapter 4:

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Warning: trauma flash backs, cussing, mentions of character death, fear.

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Chapter 5: Rocky Road

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Techno certainly didn’t expect Tubbo’s sudden outburst. Still Techno sort of expected bitterness towards the human.

The droneling marched off presumably to go to the garden. He shoved Wilbur out of the way and continued speaking gibberish.

“What’s with Tubbo?” The phantom asked, casting worried glances towards the door.

“He just threatened the human.” Techno said as if it wasn’t the most stupid move on Tubbo’s part. Wilbur’s eyes grew wide and he attempted to run to the holding cell, only to be stopped by Techno’s hand on his shoulder. The phantom sighed before turning towards the guard.

Silently the pair made their way to the common room. Flicking on the illusion projector, and turning the channel with the ISF news. Techno opened a novel not paying any mind to the news reporter who was going over the case that Techno had just escaped.

There weren't any further advances on the story other than what they knew. The ship had crashed on Omar, a nature preserve, which led the ISF to find eight human bodies and twelve recognized crew members. Though there were fourteen to begin with, not that the news knew that of course. The ship was also deemed as a poacher ship and not much else was discovered.

After the story was covered a different news reporter came on screen. He was shifting his papers nervously and glanced down every so often. This caused Techno to close his novel and pay attention to the illusion.

“Just one day ago, one of the Dream Team crew members quit.” The news reporter took a shaky breath before continuing, “Today the crew has reported that the ex-crew member had taken one of the humans they were using for testing.” A picture of Tommy appeared on screen, “This is what the human looks like. We advise citizens to be on the lookout for this man,” a picture of Wilbur popped onto the screen, “and the human. If you see either one in public do not engage and immediately report it to one of your stationed guards.” The man finished and Wilbur immediately flicked off the TV.

Him and Techno shared a glance of pure shock. Wilbur shed a couple blue tears and immediately started panicking. The guard wrapped his brother until a tight hug and fought off the voices chants of “NOT SAFE”. Silence drew the pair into an unsteady atmosphere.

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“Honestly that kid is a burden. I don’t know why you think we can take care of him.” A lady said, fury wasn’t hidden behind a fake smile at this point. The man standing next to her nodded silently.

“Ma’am, I don't understand what you’re saying.” Another lady responded, patience running thin.

Tommy held back the tears that were threatening to fall. His lip was already bleeding and his fingers felt raw. His bruises were itching uncomfortably under his tight shirt. He was starting to overheat, yet kept his jacket wrapped around him protectively.

“What I am saying is, we don’t want him, and I doubt anyone else will.” The lady started, “That kid is a nuisance. He makes our children look problematic, when in reality he is the problem child. I don’t understand how his parents put up with him for so long.” The lady finished.

“Only my mother put up with me,” Tommy thought, “my father couldn’t spare me a glance without yelling at me..”

He sat in the waiting room for what felt like hours before making the decision. The one that caused him to live on the streets.

He took his bag and sprinted out of the facility. He just kept running, nowhere to go and no money to use.

….

Suddenly it was a different night. He was sitting on a park bench looking at the stars. He was somewhere in Colorado, not sure how he made it here, but here he was. He breathed in the fresher air and pushed himself up.

He turned left then right then another left. At this point he was on one of those nature paths that seemed to be everywhere.

He sat in a field. Wasn’t it night?

A light and a huge gust of wind was the only response he got.

Then footsteps. A distant scream. Then cold sharp pain accompanied by a void of darkness.

He woke up in a cage..

He shot up in bed.. His head throbbed, but there was no point in sleeping it off.

So he got up. He hobbled over to the bookshelf and looked at the weird games and toys. His eyes fell on what he presumed to be a stack of cards and a pen of sorts.

It took an hour to label all the cards, but when he finally did he played a game of solitaire. Then another and another. By the time he finished the sixth one he was bored.

He went back to inspecting the bookshelf. The middle shelf had jigsaw puzzles.. didn’t Clem like puzzles?

He picked out what he presumed to be a flower field. There were a bunch of blue sunflowers.. wasn’t that her favorite flower?

Tommy sat on the floor creating a puzzle his sister would’ve absolutely adored. Silent tears slipped down his cheeks every once and a while. Only to be hastily wiped away.

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His eyes felt like they were glued shut. They attempted to sit up only to find creaks in their back and neck.

After a minute he sat up. His mind was still foggy from sleep, but he made his way to the security office, ready to work through his sleep deprived state.

Before they even left the room Phil told them to go back to rest. Ranboo obliged, and closed his door.

Having no work left he decided to write down as much information as he could about both Earth and Tommy.

Surprisingly they were able to recall a lot of information from the night before. That usually didn’t happen..

Once they wrote an entire dictionary on both topics, they tried the door again.

Phil, once again stepped in front of them, “Mate, I really think you should rest.”

“I know, but I am hungry. Can I at least have lunch?” Ranboo felt like a child once again, but knew it always worked with the captain.

After Phil rolled his eyes, Ranboo practically skipped to the kitchen. He grabbed some of the leftovers from last night and popped it into the insta-heater. Making two plates of food.

After the food was ready he looked down either hallway. Phil was preoccupied with Wilbur in the common room. Deciding it was the best time to sneak to his friend, he made his way to the holding cell. Only to be stopped by none other than Techno himself.

“Oh! H-hi Techno..” Ranboo said awkwardly.

“What are you doing?”

“I-I was just getting Tubbo some lunch!” Ranboo cringed at their own lie. Only to be met with a raised eyebrow.

“Ok I was gonna visit Tommy.” Ranboo caved. That was the right answer as Techno nodded and let Ranboo pass.

“You’re only giving him lunch right?” Techno inquired.

“Er- that and talk a bit.. I mean that was my original plan.”

“Then I will stay with you.” Techno left no room for debate.

Ranboo nodded and approached the cell, setting the plate on the automatic tray. Techno stood in a small hallway allowing his presence only to be known to Ranboo.

Tommy was sitting on the floor putting together a landscape puzzle.

With what they saw, their curiosity intrigued them.

“Can I go in?” He asked first to Techno who shifted off of the wall.

“Only if I am in there.” Ranboo nodded and turned to Tommy who was busy with the puzzle.

Ranboo knocked on the window once. Tommy’s head shot up before the human stood up and approached the window.

“Hello!” Ranboo chirped, “I can see you’re working on a puzzle! I would love to help if you want? Me and my friend won’t go in if you don’t want me in there. But just so you know I brought lunch!”

Tommy stared at the enderian before answering. He was clearly debating the options.

“Only if Techno doesn’t talk.” Was the only response either got.

With that they grabbed the food and let the door open. Techno entered first, immediately going to the back chair and pulling out a novel. Ranboo handed Tommy a plate and sat next to the strange human.

It didn’t take them long for them to start rambling. Both about everything and nothing.

Surprisingly Ranboo lost all fear that should’ve been gripping them, and felt comfortable sitting with one of the most dangerous creatures in the galaxy.

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“So people are looking for you?” The captain asked, impatiently tapping his foot against the metal floor.

“To put it simply, yea..” Wilbur said pretty much losing all confidence within the span of an hour.

The caption responded with a sympathetic look and wrapped his son in another tight hug. Wilbur didn’t pull away this time. He melted into comfort.

After a minute the elder pulled away, “How about you watch one of those documentaries you like. I will make some iced fluff and join you in a bit.” The phantom nodded and trugged himself over to the common room sofa. Turning on the illusion and flicking to one of the only things the ISF was allowing people to view from Earth, Netflix.

He skimmed the documentary section and came upon one that was about the Ocean. Three minutes later he was completely into it.

Phil returned with two bowls of iced fluff. Wilbur dug into the sweet treat. Phil sat next Will and wrapped a wing around him, to which Will leaned into the embrace.

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“So what’s your favorite treat?” Ranboo asked, after he got another piece Tommy wasn’t able to get.

Tommy scoffed, mumbling about how he was just about to try that spot before answering the question, “I love Rocky Road Ice Cream. My mom made it without nuts so it is far superior to anything anyone would get from a store.” Tommy was satisfied with his answer and tried another piece.

“Hmm.. What is ice cream?”

“It’s a sweet frozen cream of sorts.”

“Oh so like iced fluff?”

“No idea, I would have to try it first..”

Both continued the conversation mumbling about other different foods and what not, before falling into a comfortable silence.

Tubbo was absolutely furious at the scene. He sprinted off to the garden where he slammed the door and melted to the floor.

When was the last time anyone had a conversation that was about everything and nothing with him?

He hated the fact he was jealous over a fucking human.

Tomorrow was the day he would prove the human wasn’t all he seemed to be. That the human was nothing more than a monster.

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Chapter 5-End

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Notes: I still have a few filler chapters, but am getting there!!

Go take care of yourself, love ya!! <3

Reminder likes are appreciated but reblogs are even better! (Suggestion make a side blog where you just spam creators works... just saying, I have one..)

Also my layout for chapters has changed a bit. I have the last chapter at the top and the next one at the bottom.. and no I am not doing the inspired by on Ao3, simply cause it’s easier for people to see it in the first few, I am keeping it here tho, cause I know people aren’t really gonna see my first chapter right away. I will be keeping the link to the first chapter at the top as well just not the middle ones.

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Tubbo has evolved in to

J E L L Y B E E

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Chapter 6:

#tubbo #dream smp fanfiction #sbi au #my writing #my fanfic tag #wilbur soot #tommy mcyt #ranboo #philza #reblog #space au #angst #little bit of fluff #humans are space orcs

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A Little Snow Never Hurt (Bakugou Imagine)

Katsuki is irritated by his lack of sleep and storms out into the winter morning only to be found by an old friend of his.

No TWs in this one, just a cute little drabble.

"Dude you look exhausted, are you ok?" Kirishima asked as he met with his neighbor in their shared hallway.

"I'm obviously fine dumbass! Just didn't get a lot of sleep last night, that asshole next to me was training all night and wouldn't shut the hell up!" Bakugou fumed, small explosions erupting from his hands.

"That sucks man, we don't have classes today, maybe you should sleep in, I'm sure nobody would mind too much." His friend suggested, trying to clam the blonde boy down.

"No way! I'm not gonna show everyone here I cant handle a little sleep deprivation. I'm not that weak got it!" He said staring down the redhead with a glare that would freeze the blood of anyone else.

"Whatever man, suit yourself." Kirishima responded pressing the button for the elevator. "I just think its more manly to take care of yourself than to worry about what everyone else thinks."

The blonde growled at the comment, shoving his hands in his pockets. They silently rode the elevator to the first floor, Kirishima whistling a tune and Bakugou trying to ignore it but only getting overly irritated by his friend.

He didn't want to get mad at him, it just happened. The whistling making him more mad than it usually would. By the time they reached the ground floor Bakugou's face was flushed with anger and his under eye bags were more pronounced than they were upstairs.

As soon as the doors opened Katsuki left the redhead behind, opting to go for a walk in the cold winter air, one to cool him down. His quirk starting to overheat his body in his anger, but also hoping the frigid air would help wake him up. He barely even noticed the redhead trailing behind him with a coat, trying to convince him he would catch a cold without it.

An exclamation of "Kacchan!" was all the warning the blonde got before the excited blue haired girl came into his vision, while also knocking into him at full force, thankfully only enough to make him take a step back. He recognized the voice immediately, nullifying any instinct to attack after the random assault.

"Tsk, what the hell are you doing here dumbass?" he asked, not letting go of the girl he had known in his childhood. The one who could always make him calm down a little, the one he had just been thinking about.

"The teachers asked me to move in too, along with your parents and auntie Inko." The blue haired girl chirped back, burying her face in the chest of her best friend, the one who had always saved her from her childish fears. "Are you alright you seem angry." she asked looking up at him and running her thumb under his eye.

"Uhhh Bakugou? Wanna explain this?" Kirishima asked, far from used to seeing his friend be this gentle with anyone, or letting anyone be this gentle with him.

"This is Kikimora we grew up together, she's a huge pain in my ass that can never seem to leave me the hell alone." Bakugou said, betraying his words by gently pushing the girl back and looking around, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Ahh you know you love me Kacchan~" the girl said grabbing his hand, noticing the lack of warm clothing he had on. "Why are you in just a tank top? Its the middle of winter you idiot, you'll catch a cold." she gently scolded, folding her arms around Katsuki's.

"That's what I said! But Bakugou here never listens to me!" Kirishima exclaimed holding out Katsuki's coat to show the effort he made.

"I'm too strong to catch something as lame as a damn cold shitty hair! I'm fine, I don't need you two to babysit me!" He yelled pulling his arm away from his friend and walking away.

Kikimora just sighed grabbing the coat from Kirishima.

"Thank you for trying to take care of him. I know he's probably never said it, but deep down I know he appreciates the care his friends give him." Kikimora bowed to the redhead who just scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"It's no problem, I actually don't mind helping him out, though it would be nice if I got a thank you now and then." He chuckled allowing the girl to take the jacket from his hands.

"You should go back inside, you're not exactly dressed for the weather either, I'll go get that stubborn idiot."

Kirishima nodded giving her a wave as she ran off to find where her friend had run off too, not taking to long to hear the distant popping sound of him trying to warm himself up. She followed the popping to a small courtyard a few minutes walk from the dorm building she was supposed to meet everyone at.

The courtyard was beautiful, a small dusting of snow covered the dead bushes and trees creating a winter wonderland. The water frozen in an intricate design coming from the fountain in the middle of it, and huddled on one of the benches was Katsuki, cursing to himself as he shivered.

Kikimora walked up to him, draping the jacket over the obviously angry boy.

"What's up Kats?" she asked, wiping the snow from the bench next to him and sitting down, shivering from the cold seeping into her.

"Nothing's up. I'm fine. Go inside." He said, slipping his arms through the coat, leaving the buttons undone.

"Not without you. You're gonna get sick if you stay out here too much longer." Kiki could see the blonde start to open his mouth but started talking before he could get a word out. "Don't give me that shit about you being to strong to get sick. That's not how sickness works and you know it. Now tell me what's wrong or I'm going to tell your mom how rude you're being." she threatened buttoning up his jacket and slipping the scarf from around her neck and wrapping it around his.

"Tsk, fine, no need to involve the hag." He said looking at her with a glare that she saw right through. There was no anger in it. No it was a mix of exhaustion and frustration and thankfulness. He was thankful that he had his friend here, the one he entrusted all his problems to. The only one he knew he could trust one hundred percent. "I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night, and with everything happening there is a lot of stress ok? Nothing you can do about it. I'll be fine, I just gotta get through today." He said looking down at his hands between his knees.

Now it was her turn to tsk.

"Nothing I can do huh? Are you sure there is nothing?" she asked getting up, kneeling down a few feet away from where the blonde sulked.

"What the hell are you talk-" He was cut off by a ball of snow hitting him in the face. His red eyes stared at the girl, his brain caught between anger and laughter. She stood there another snowball in her hand, tossing it up and catching it gently, hoping it wouldn't break in her hand. She had never won a snowball fight but neither had Katsuki, he usually got too mad and ended up having the balls melt in his hands before he could throw them.

Katsuki smirked, leaning down where he sat and scooping up some snow from in front of his feet. "Oh I'm gonna kick your ass Kiki." He chucked the ball, hitting her right in the stomach.

She smiled letting her ball lose, not realizing how quick Bakugou had gotten due to his training, easily dodging her attack. Before she could make another one he was behind her, holding her where she stood.

"Uh oh" She said, her eyes going wide, realizing the mess she had gotten herself into.

"Uh oh" Katsuki chuckled into her ear before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

"Let me down! You know I don't like to be picked up! Katsuki!" She squealed, earning a chuckle from the blonde boy.

"Oh no, I'm not letting you off that easy, that snowball was cold as hell. And weren't you the one concerned I was gonna get sick?" He asked the rhetorical question, walking over to one of the trees scattered around the courtyard.

"I still am so maybe we should just go inside." Kikimora said nervously, not knowing what his plan was but knowing she was not going to like it.

"No way, no one hits the future number one in the face and gets away with it mouse." He said, using the nickname he gave her when they were kids. Once they were under the tree, in the blink of an eye Bakugou had set the girl down and kicked the trunk of the tree, causing all of the snow that had built up in the branches to fall onto her.

He let out a loud laugh at the girl then, the circles under his eyes lessening and the lines of stress on his face fading, even just for a moment made her smile and laugh back at him.

"Ha ha ha, you think your so funny," She quipped, pulling his arm, making him fall forward, surprised by the action, face first into a small pile of the snow that had fell. Now it was Kikimora's turn to laugh.

The two friends lay there for a while, catching their breath. Well, Kikimora caught her breath, Katsuki never lost his to begin with. He turned to look at her, he noticed how much she had changed since he moved into the UA dorms. Her hair had grown and she now wears it back in a sloppy braid, and her face had seemed to mature, along with the rest of her body. He watched as her whole body seemed to move up and down as she breathed, her breath coming out in small white puffs. He noticed how her hips had widened and her chest filled out her jacket much more than it had before. The realization of this made Katsuki blush madly looking up through the tree they were both under.

"Maybe we should head inside, your face is starting to look red, I really don't want to take care of a sick Katsuki." She said, getting to her feet, pulling him up by his hand, making his face turn a deeper shade of red. He looked away, pulling the scarf up around his face tighter to hid the blush. Kikimora pulled him by the hand to his dorm building, both of them pulling off their shoes and soaked layers of clothing, leaving Kiki in a damp thermal shirt and leggings and Katsuki in his tank top and pajama pants.

"Your late. How did I know you would be involved." Aizawa glared at the blonde boy.

"Tsk, it wasn't my fault she wouldn't leave me alone." Katsuki glared back at him, not noticing the fist flying toward his shoulder.

"Don't blame me cause you're a hothead who doesn't listen." She seethed at him, sighing and turning to bow at the teacher in front of them.

"Sorry I'm late sir, I got... distracted. I won't make you wait on me again." Aizawa smiled at the girl, noting how Katsuki did nothing at being punched by her.

"It's fine, but you missed the tour. I'm sure your... distraction wouldn't mind showing you around. Your in the room next to Uraraka, Bakugou show her where it is. And get changed out of those wet clothes, both of you." The tired teacher instructed, walking out of the building without confirmation. Kiki looked to her friend smiling brightly as he looked back at her with a neutral expression.

"Well, show me around then." She smiled at him, taking his warm hand in hers. walking a few steps first to get him moving. He just nodded and took the lead to show her around her new home.

#mha katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagine #mha #bnha #imagine #bakugou is a secret cutie and you cant convince me otherwise #soft bakugou

[worldwidemochiguy]

the best of both worlds (soft! yandere taehyung)

Summary: A drunken man tries to assault you, and you see for the first time what it’s like for Taehyung to really lose his temper...

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, attempted drunken sexual assault, mention of kidnapping, idealisation of kidnapping, stockholm syndrome probably, (dead dove: do not eat)

Made For Each Other Masterlist (the rest of this series of one-shots) 

General Masterlist

a/n: Kim Taehyung, the king of duality! yes the title is a hannah montana reference, and no i’m not sorry, but i am sorry for the ending which is kinda bad bc i'm really bad at ending things lmao. get ready for warm, fuzzy, protective soon-to-be-dad taehyung, as well as pissed off, dangerous, i’m-going-to-murder-you taehyung (not directed at reader, of course). tell me which one you prefer lol

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“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think this tie brings out my eyes?” You snorted as you saw Taehyung appear in the mirror, standing behind you with a Simpsons themed tie hanging undone around his neck. His eyebrows were raised, obviously expecting an answer.

“Really?” He huffed, and then placed his hands on his hips. 

“Does it bring out my eyes or not?”

“Well it definitely brings out your inner child.” He smiled, walking up to you and wrapping you in a hug from behind, one of his hands drifting down to cup your stomach protectively. 

“I wish it would bring out your inner child.”

“Ah, I think you’re gonna have to wait another six months for that, Tae.” His grin matched yours as he buried his face in your neck, planting little kisses on the underside of your jaw. “Also, it’s our child, you know.”

“Mmhm, I don’t know, you have been pretty friendly with Minjae from accounting recently-” He broke into a laugh as you reached over to grab the pillow on the bed and thwacked him with it. 

You were glad you had gotten to a stage in your relationship where you could joke about these things. At first, Taehyung had been too possessive to even dare, and you had been so fragile you wouldn’t have wanted to mention it even as a joke, for fear of upsetting him. Now, after being married for almost a year, and pregnant for three months, you were both far more trusting of each other. That isn’t to say Taehyung wouldn’t rip the arms off any man who tried to touch you. And, to be honest, you didn’t mind that so much. It felt nice knowing he loved you enough to not want to lose you. 

Forty minutes later, you were both dressed and ready to go. You had been ready half an hour ago, but when Taehyung saw you in your dress, he got that look in his eye… the look that meant he was about to undo all of the hard work that went into your carefully styled hair. After that, it took an additional ten minutes to fix your hair, as he had fisted into it as he thrusted roughly into your throat, and also fix your runny mascara and smeared lipstick. He told you that you looked equally beautiful all messed up, that you looked sexy even. You quickly reminded him that he wouldn’t want anyone else to see you in that state, though, would he? 

Taehyung’s face darkened and you barely escaped spending another half hour at home as he showed you who you belonged to. 

Once you arrived at the office party, Taehyung’s hand curled possessively around your lower back, you were immediately overwhelmed. This was an interdepartmental gathering, meaning it wasn’t just Taehyung’s six close friends who worked on your floor and who you had a growing rapport with. No, this was practically everyone, including Ryan from human resources and Boyoung from marketing and a billion other names and faces you just didn’t know. 

Taehyung turned to you questioningly, feeling your muscles stiffen up. Your forced yourself to send a relaxed smile back at him. He had promised his friends that he would show up, and you didn’t want to inconvenience him. Or worse, embarrass him. You were entirely willing to let your comfort take a back seat tonight, after all, Taehyung was always catering to your needs excessively, especially now that you were pregnant. You brushed a hand over the bump distractedly, just to reassure yourself. 

You were barely showing yet, and Taehyung had said many times about how he couldn’t wait until you were obviously carrying his child, this sentiment always expressed with a possessive gleam in his eyes which never failed to send a pleasant shiver down your spine. When you realised you were pregnant, you worried that he wouldn’t be so pleased with all the changes to your body, but Taehyung had been unfailingly supportive, positively ecstatic throughout the whole process. You could just tell that, once you had given birth, he would do everything he could to give your child the best life possible. 

The thought caused a tingling sensation of warmth to settle in your stomach, and you relished it, because you certainly weren’t going to receive that feeling from drinking alcohol, usually the go-to method of making office parties bearable. You felt bad, Taehyung wouldn’t even be able to indulge himself in that, and all because of you. 

When you told him you were pregnant, Taehyung had rid the house of all alcoholic substances — along with anything else that could be potentially harmful to the baby — within a day. You told him over and over again that you didn’t mind if he wanted to drink, but he swore he wouldn’t. After all, he reasoned, What if I kissed you with traces of alcohol in my mouth? What would that do to the baby? When you told him that he could just remember not to kiss you after drinking, his face became even more horrified and he tugged you into his chest. Not kiss you? I’d rather die. Your husband was very dramatic. You loved him so much it hurt. 

“So, Y/n, he’s still letting you out of the house?” Jimin joked, causing the rest of Taehyung’s (and your) friends to roar in laughter. They were all aware of Taehyung’s extreme possessiveness over you, and took great pleasure in mocking him for it. 

“Yeah, I thought you would arrive here with a leash for Taehyung to hold on to.”

“Hey, Namjoon!” You started harshly, and the man stiffened, preparing for a verbal lashing. “It would definitely be Taehyung wearing the leash.” The rest of the boys burst into laughter, apart from Taehyung who was busy giving Namjoon a death stare. 

You tapped your husband’s chest lightly to get him to snap out of it.

“Don’t worry,” You told him in a hushed voice, “Namjoon was just joking, it’s ok.” He growled, snaking his other arm around your waist and pressing his forehead to yours. 

“I know, I just- I love you too much to let anyone say anything bad about you ever.”

“I know.” You giggled, pulling back slightly and registering the whoops of your friends behind you. A sharp glare of Taehyung’s over your shoulder got them all to shut up pretty quickly.

An hour later, you were nursing a lukewarm Virgin Margarita and sighing. Jimin and Hoseok had looped Taehyung into karaoke at the front of the office on a little makeshift stage. At first it had been funny, but after nine songs it was kind of boring, and your feet had started to really ache, and you wanted nothing more than to be snuggling in your large bed, where there was no karaoke, and no uncomfortable high heels, and no ice cubes that melt into your drink literally five minutes after you put them there. 

You sighed again, discarding your non-alcoholic disappointment on a table. You glanced at it briefly. Someone had done their best to decorate it, placing a little ‘2020!’ novelty stand on it, as well as the tinsel left over from Christmas. You say ‘Someone’, knowing full well it was probably Jimin. Jimin had been the mastermind behind this hellish office party, and had somehow strong-armed everyone into agreeing to come, despite the fact office parties were universally despised by all. 

You heard the drums in the intro of ‘The Best Of Both Worlds’ start to play, and you looked up to see Taehyung chucking Jimin a blonde wig. He scrambled to put it on, almost succeeded, then proceeded to start belting into the fake microphone with artificial blonde strands finding their way into his mouth. Everyone in the office started cheering and crowding around the makeshift stage area, which was where you also stood, so that you could still be as close to Taehyung as possible. 

With the rowdy, tipsy and slightly sweaty people of the office starting to surround you, all jumping along to the Hannah Montana ballad, you felt yourself start to overheat. You had been getting occasional hot flushes since the pregnancy started, something which the doctors ensured you was normal and which Taehyung never failed to lose his mind over. Last time, you had gotten dizzy enough to fall over yourself slightly and trip onto the safety of the couch, and Taehyung had almost cried, rushing you to the hospital despite your protestations. 

You knew if you alerted him to your overheated state, he would go into overdrive, so you quietly slipped out of the large open-plan floor they were having the party in and into the corridor. It was much cooler out there and you could feel the unpleasant dizziness slowly rescind, melting out of you just like those ice cubes in your Margarita (which you absolutely weren’t still bitter about). 

You were in such a calm, placid state of relaxation that the footsteps coming down the hall startled you. Your eyes opened to see the stumbling figure of a man returning from the toilet. He hadn’t done up his fly properly — you immediately averted your eyes from that — and you could tell he was pretty obviously inebriated. A budding sense of foreboding made itself known in your gut. 

“Hello, pretty- hic- lady.” The stranger slurred, the scent of the alcohol on his breath wafting over to you. You wanted to clamp a hand over your nose, irrationally worrying if the stench would hurt your baby. 

“I’m married.” You told him in a closed-off voice, displaying the expensive wedding ring Taehyung had slid on your finger, sealing the promise with a kiss. Rather than backing off, the man grabbed your offered hand, pressing a sloppy kiss to it. You exclaimed in disgust, trying to wrench your hand away, but you only succeeded in pulling him closer to you. You tried to backtrack, but you were only walking backwards and further away from the safety of the entrance to the office, further into the dark corridor. The cold now felt dangerous, and confining, but worse still was the hot breath of the man fanning across your face as he backed you against the wall.

“Get off me.” You tried to scream, but it came out as a pathetic whimper. “Get off me.” He chuckled, his disgusting fingers setting themselves on your waist, and he was so close to your underdeveloped baby bump that you wanted to scream. 

“Gonna make me feel so good, aren’t you?” The man laughed darkly, 

“Get off me!” You sobbed, stronger this time but still not strong enough. He pinned your wrists behind you painfully, ceasing your weak attempts at shoving him off. 

“I’m gonna have a lotta fun with you, pretty lady.” He whispered, and your tears started rolling in earnest because oh God, no one was coming to save you, Taehyung wasn’t going to want you after this-

Distant voices echoed, a familiar voice. Your vision went white, and your legs buckled beneath you. All you could register as you crashed down to the floor was that there was no one there to catch you. 

~~~~~~

Taehyung was enjoying himself. It had been a while since he had gone out, probably years, due to his whole acquiring you, and then having to stay with you at all times until you came to your senses, and then having to stay by your side to protect you now that you were pregnant. It was a whole process. Don’t get him wrong, he loved you with his whole heart, and you were without a doubt the most important thing in his life, but he also enjoyed lesser pleasures like getting fresh air, having a change of scenery, and watching his friends get absolutely shit-faced and sing Hannah Montana in front of the entire faculty. 

But, after about half an hour of that, he was missing you again. He cast his eye over the crowd, checking on you where you were standing in the spot you had been for the last ten minutes. And then he stopped. You weren’t there. He squinted slightly, hoping that perhaps he wasn’t seeing right. But, it was real, you weren’t there anymore. He felt a wave of hysteria build up in him, ready to crash. He left the side of the karaoke stage, which was less of a stage and more a pile of empty printer-paper boxes, and strode through the room. Jimin tried to call him back, but Taehyung could barely hear a thing, too focused on searching for you.

He was frantic. He could just tell something bad had happened to you, someone was doing something to you, he could feel it in his heart. Once he confirmed you were definitely not in the room, he really started to panic. And then that panic subsided into cold, hard fury. Whoever had taken you away — because he knew you wouldn’t have left voluntarily, or without even telling him — he would tear them apart. 

He spotted the exit into the hallway, and as he got further away from the racket of the karaoke and closer to the doorway, a conversation drifted out to him.

“-off me.” A woman’s voice. A crying woman’s voice. Your voice. The rage within him grew fangs and roared.

“I’m gonna have a lotta fun with you, pretty lady.” 

By this point, Taehyung had reached the hallway and saw something he could have lived the rest of his life without seeing. 

A man had you pinned to the wall. You were sobbing, writhing in his grip, desperately trying to get away. He had his hands on you, he had his hands on your stomach, on Taehyung’s child.

“I’m gonna have a lotta fun with you, pretty lady.”

Taehyung ripped the man off you and threw him against the wall. He hit the surface hard, his head thrown back, and Taehyung let out a hiss of satisfaction as the man- the filth who dared to touch you slid down the wall leaving a smear of blood. But all thoughts fled from his mind as he heard your whimper behind him. He turned just in time to see your eyelids flutter shut, and he lunged to catch you as your legs gave out and you fell to the floor. 

“Oh God,” he muttered, “Oh God, Oh God, Y/n? Can you hear me?” No response. “Oh God.” Taehyung repeated. It seemed he couldn’t do anything but stare at your blank face, limp head resting in his lap as he sat on the floor with your unconscious form. 

“Please, baby.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I’m so so sorry, please be okay.” His lips brushed your skin. No response. You always used to smile when he kissed you. He wished you would smile now.

“Taehyung, what- oh.” Hoseok paused as he took in the scene, having followed after Taehyung rushed out of the office. He had assumed it was something to do with you, since Taehyung rarely had that fervent look when he was dealing with anything else. But now, there was a body, a man, lying crumpled across the hall with a pretty serious head wound, and Taehyung was sat on the floor, rocking your unconscious form, seemingly in shock himself. 

“Taehyung,” Hoseok prompted him again, but he didn’t even pause in his litany of pleas into your hairline. Hoseok ran his eyes over you for a second, you were definitely breathing, and there were no wounds, so you must have passed out from shock. Okay, Hoseok thought, One problem at a time. 

“What should we do with him?” 

“What?” Taehyung looked up at Hoseok, disorientated, but Hoseok exhaled in relief. He had his attention, he could work with that.

“The man, over there.” Hoseok jerked his chin at the inebriated man, who was slowly coming to, groaning. “We have to get rid of him, and without anyone at the party knowing.” Taehyung snarled at the sight of the man, and Hoseok walked over and kicked the intoxicated figure in the head. Taehyung let out a hiss of feral satisfaction.

“You want him dead, right?” Hoseok questioned, and Taehyung nodded immediately, eyes going back to his wife, still unconscious in his lap. Hoseok pulled out his knife — which he took care always to keep on his person — but Taehyung interrupted him.

“Wait-” Hoseok paused, looking back at Taehyung. “I want to kill him. I want to kill him slowly, he doesn’t deserve a quick death.” The rage in those words was chilling, even to Hoseok, and he nodded, pocketing the blade. 

“Well then, I’ll have to get Namjoon and probably Jeongguk to help me carry him up to the top floor. We’ll tie him up, leave him there for you. I’ll get Yoongi to pull up this guy’s file — Yoongi has contacts in the police and he’ll know how to make sure this never happened.” Taehyung nodded again, and Hoseok strode back into the office, on his way to draw out the other man in a casual, subtle way so they could get the bastard out with no one the wiser. 

Taehyung brushed his thumb over your cheekbone and your eyelashes, fanned delicately over your cheek, fluttered slightly. Taehyung audibly exhaled. He gently displaced your head, resting it on the floor and you frowned in your sleep. Even in the situation Taehyung had found himself in, it was difficult not to coo at your pretty little face. He scooped you up, his arms secured underneath you, and walked to the elevator. He was confident his coworkers would handle the situation and, to be honest, he didn’t really give a damn about it. He didn’t give a damn about anything that wasn’t you, asleep in his arms, delicate and vulnerable and perfect. 

~~~~~~

You woke up to a pounding headache, and two arms wrapped firmly around your middle, a warm body pressed against your back. You immediately turned around to see the face of your husband, the man you loved and the father of your child. His face was crumpled into a scowl, and his arms tightened around you protectively. You shivered as the memories from last night caught up to you, and then gasped. 

Taehyung woke up, eyes immediately flying to your distraught face. He could do nothing as tears started to flow out of your eyes. You buried your face in his neck and sobbed. He whispered words of comfort and ran his warm hands up and down your back as you let it all out, crying until you couldn’t anymore, even though you felt no better. 

“T-Tae-” You whimpered into his neck.

“I’m here,” He whispered back, “I’m here, Princess.” The nickname, something he used to make you feel precious, and protected, only made you start crying again, to Taehyung’s dismay.  

“I-I’m so- Taehyung.” Your words became more and more fragmented as your sorrow choked you. Your hands were tightly fisted into his shirt, and he tried to pry them off so he could intertwine your fingers together, but you held on stubbornly. 

“Taehyung,” You started again, “I-I’m so so sorry.” He finally managed to free your hands, but instead of letting him hold them, you brought them up to cover your face. Your voice became muffled as you sobbed into your palms.

“Hey- hey,” Taehyung chided, wrapping his hands around your wrists and guiding them away from your face. “You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. Nothing.”

“N-no but I- I let someone else touch me!” You wailed, before trying to cover your face with your hands again, but Taehyung didn’t let go, so you eventually relented and slumped into him, defeated. 

“You didn’t let someone else touch you.” Taehyung informed in a forcibly calm voice, though he wanted to smash every piece of furniture in the house because you were upset and you felt guilty and it was all that piece of shit’s fault- “It wasn’t your fault at all. I should never have left you alone, I should have been there to protect you. And that piece of filth-” Taehyung snarled, “should have known better than to touch what is mine. Both you, and my child you’re carrying, are all mine, and he will die for even daring to come near you.” 

You sniffed, a damp spot forming on his shirt where your face was pressed, but Taehyung didn’t mind. He ran his hand up and down your spine, tucking you into his body carefully. After a moment, you tilted your head up at him.

“So… I’m still yours, right?” Taehyung’s brows furrowed, and he looked down at you in outrage.

“Of course you’re still mine. You’ll always be mine, no matter what.” 

Upon hearing this, your face smoothed out before you gave him the most dazzling smile, the one you had given him when you told him you loved him, when he proposed, when you told him about the baby. 

“Wait-” He looked back up, shocked by a realisation, before looking down at you again, “Did you think I wouldn’t love you because some asshole dared to touch you?” At his incredulous tone, you flushed and buried your face in his chest, but he wouldn’t let you, drawing you up to sit in his lap facing him properly.

“Did you seriously think-” He interrupted himself, pressing a series of kisses to your jaw, before continuing, “-that I would just discard the love of my life-” A kiss to your forehead, “-the mother of my child-” He leaned down and kissed the growing swell of your abdomen, “-and many future children I hope-” you giggled, shoving his shoulder lightly, knowing you didn’t want to actually push him away, “-just because some lowlife who doesn’t deserve to even be spoken of in the same sentence as you-” you gaped at him, before breaking into a smile, and he smiles back at you, resting his forehead against yours. You rest for a moment, fully content in each others company.

“Did you really think I’d let go of you that easily?” He asks, his voice soft. You search for the sincerity in his eyes, and you find it there, flowing out of him in his gaze, in his voice, in his actions. He loves you too much to get rid of you like that. And that’s good, because you love him to much to be cast off.

“No.” You reply, and he quirks a half smile at you. 

“You don’t?”

“No. Which is convenient, because I don’t want you to let me go.” 

He leans in and kisses you slow and deep, and its all so bone-achingly good, and familiar, and you know you can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with this man. 

#yandere #yandere bts #yandere bangtan #yandere taehyung #yandere taehyung x reader #yandere bts x reader #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts fanfiction #bts imagines #bts v #bts taehyung #bts tae tae #bts tae x reader

[flimflamfranky]

Day 14 - Heat Exhaustion

Franky discovers a drawback to his cybernetics.

~

It was so hot.

Franky tugged at his shirt, trying to fan some air in there, as he followed Nami through the town. They had just landed on a new island, some small fishing village on the way Sabaody, for a quick pit spot. He and Nami both needed more ink and paper, so they had set out together.

(Nami also claimed it was to “curb his horrendous spending habits”, which, rude. He wasn’t that bad - he only barely went over the limit last time! But still, he didn’t mind the company.) It was supposed to a fun little outing - get out, stretch the legs, see the sights, pick up some supplies. Franky had been looking forward to it. It was nice to have quiet trips to land between all the adventuring. But apparently, this was also a summer island, and summer islands were hot. Too hot. How could everyone else stand it? His back felt it was drenched in sweat, and everyone else was walking around like it was a perfectly pleasant day! A fun outing, Franky bemoaned to himself. This was miserable.

Eventually, they got to what seemed to be a town square - it was a plaza, with benches and trimmed bushes, and a small fountain. Nami stopped to ask some locals where a stationary store would be and Franky immediately narrowed on the fountain. Water! Cool, refreshing water! He rushed over, and sprawl out as much as possible, leaning back into the faint spray of water with a relieved sigh. He briefly considered just jumping in, but he’d definitely get chewed out by Nami. He did stick a foot in there, though, and ignored the weird looks he got from the locals. “Wow, tired already?” Nami teased as she joined him. “You’re such an old man.” “I ain’t that old!” Franky protested. And then he looked at her, confused. “Aren’t you hot, too?” He asked, waving to her outfit. It was a smart outfit - colorful buttoned up shirt and khakis - but Franky broke out into another sweat just looking at it. “No?” Nami said, looking down at herself. “It feels fine to me.” “That ain’t fair. I’m over here sufferin’, and you’re fine and dandy.” Franky wiped at the sweat on his brow. “I swear, Water 7 never got this hot.” “Yeah, because of all the water,” Nami said, smirking. “You’re just not used to this kinda heat.” Franky grumbled a vague protest, and glared up at the sun. Well, squinted vaguely in its direction, but still. “If it’s bothering you,” Nami said. “I can go by myself-“ “No, no!” Franky forced himself up. “It’s fine. I can handle it.” “Well, alright,” Nami said, and she pointed down one of the streets. “That lady said there was a shop down this way that sold ink and papers.” Franky gestured for her to lead the way, and followed her at a brisk pace. He wasn’t about to let some measly heat get the best of him! He’d just tough it out. Maybe he’d even get use to it, after some exposure. Either way, he could totally handle it. Everything was going to be fine. ~ Everything was not fine. If anything, it got worse. It felt like his cola was boiling inside of him. The store hadn’t helped matters - it had been stifling inside without the light breeze. He had to leave the whole transaction up to Nami. Not that she would’ve allowed otherwise, but he had barely been able to focus on even picking out some paper. He was having a lot of trouble with that, focusing. It was like he was in haze, like his brain was melting into a puddle of goo. He felt heavy. Lethargic. It super sucked. At least they were heading back to the Sunny, now. He can handle that, no problem. “Franky?” “Huh?” Franky looked down to see Nami peering up at him. The look on her face made hin suspect she’d been calling him for a while. Oops. She squinted at him, face drawn into a frown. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Franky waved her off. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Honest.” “You don’t look fine,” Nami said, unimpressed. “Come on, we can go sit somewhere until-“ “No!” Franky said, stubbornly. He wasn’t gonna give up because of a little heat! “I can...make to back to the Sunny.” “Ugh, why are you guys always so stubborn? You don’t have to push yourself like this!” “I’m not-“ Franky cut off as he stumbled over his feet, just barely catching himself before he ate dirt. “Woah, hey!” Nami was sounded panicked now. Crap. He didn’t want to worry her. “It’s fine.” Franky tried say. He felt strangely breathless. “I must’ve just...tripped over somethin’...” “No, that excuse won’t work on me,” Nami snapped as she reached out to steady him. “You should really- Ah!” Her hands had rested on his arm, but she immediately withdrew, shaking her hands. “Jeez, you’re burning up!” Franky blinked at the ground, hard. Something was beginning to feel wrong. Wrong with his cybernetics, wrong. He thought it was just the heat, but there was something else, he could feel it. He...needed to get back to the Sunny. Now. He opened his mouth to tell Nami that, but his tongue felt heavy and he couldn’t get his breathing right. He...he needed to get up. He forced himself up, hands out to steady himself. His eyes snapped to the horizon, and for a moment everything was good, but then, almost in slow motion, everything began tilting, going all sideways, and that was weird- “Franky!” Oh, he was on the ground again. That wasn’t right. He needed to get up. To...the Sunny. That’s right. He tried to get up, but his limbs wouldn’t respond right. It was like he was moving through oil. Someone was standing over. Hands hovering. Orange hair. Nami. He couldn’t worry her. He needed to get up. He needed- ~ Franky woke to a headache. The dull throb almost shocked him awake, pulling him from a hazy half-asleep state. Then he became uncomfortably aware of other things - a scratchy throat, clammy skin, cramping muscles. He winced. “Franky?” Franky cracked on eye open. The glaring light hurt, but he was able to make out Chopper hovering over him, holding something. He tried to say something but his mouth was too dry and his throat was too sore so all that came out was a pathetic wheeze. “Can you sit up? You need to drink this water.” Franky scowled at the thought of moving, but he did shuffled up into a vaguely vertical position, helped by Chopper’s gentle hands. Then, a glass of water was pushed into his hand. “Drink. Slowly, please.” Franky nodded absently, and took a small sip. The cool relief was almost instantaneous, and Franky found himself draining the whole thing in one go. “I said slowly!” Chopper yelled, wacking him lightly on the arm. “Sorry,” Franky mumbled, weakly, handing the glass back. Chopper refilled it, and passed it back. Franky drank, slowly this time, taking measured sip under Chopper’s stern watch, until Chopper deemed him hydrated enough. Once he handed the glass back, Franky slumped back down, feeling exhausted. Had just drinking water drained him that much? Yeesh. Chopper hovering over him. “Do you remember what happened?” Franky furrowed his brow in thought. “Yeah, I went shopping with Nami, and is was super hot. Too hot. And I...fainted?” At Chopper’s confirming nod, Franky groaned. “That’s embarrassing.” “It’s concerning, that’s what it is!” Chopper said, his voice going even more squeaky. “You almost had a heatstroke!” “Oh.” Franky blinked. “Is that bad?” “Yes!!!” Chopper wailed. “You could’ve died!” “Oh.” Franky winced, and sunk down further into the pillow. “I...I didn’t think it was that bad...” Chopper wiped at his nose with a sniffle, and gave him a glare. “Nami said you were being stubborn.” Ah, and there was that guilt. He’d gone and sacred everyone, hadn’t he? “I’m sorry,” He said. Then, he remembered, vaguely, Nami panicking over him, and...burning herself? “Is Nami alright?” “She’s fine,” Chopper said. “A little shaken, but fine. She got Luffy to bring you back here.” Franky sighed in relief, and he grimaced. “Ugh. She’s gonna super chew me out later, isn’t she?” “Yes. And you’ll deserve it,” Chopper said. “And I’ll deserve it,” Franky repeated, resigned.  He settled further down into the pillow with a deep sigh. There was a moment of silence before Chopper spoke up again. “You know you don’t have to prove anything to us, right?” Chopper said, worrying his hooves together. “We wouldn’t think any less of you.” “Yeah, I know,” Franky said, reaching out to give Chopper a pat on the hand. “It just seemed like such a little thing to brought low by, ya know? And honestly,” Franky chuckled sheepishly. “I thought, being a cyborg n all, I wouldn’t be effected by these sorts of things as much.” “I suppose that makes sense.” Chopper said, reaching up to grab Franky’s hand. Franky let his hand slide down so Chopper could hold it easier. “I have a theory, actually.” “Yeah?” “Yeah!” Chopper nodded. “You were really hot to the touch, earlier, your metal. And, I’ve noticed, you tend to run hotter than everyone else. I think, maybe; your cybernetics caused you to overheat faster than normal.” “Yeah,” Franky sighed. “That’s my theory, too. Means I gotta lot of work ahead of me.” Chopper titled his head, confused. “Eh?”

“I’ve already got a coolant for my fridge, so I just need to beef up that system and rewire it through my body.” Franky chewed at his lip, pensive. “This’ll probably happen in cold weather too, so I should probably add a heating system as well...Gotta figure out how to make it automatic, but manual wouldn’t hurt either...”

He trailed off when he felt Chopper grip his hand tighter, and he looked to down to see Chopper getting teary-eyed again.

“You can fix this?” Chopper asked, blinking up at him.

“Well, yeah, bro,” Franky said, patting Chopper’s check. “Wouldn’t even be that hard, really.”

Chopper slumped against his hand, letting out a sigh of relief. “That’s good to hear!”

“I really worried you, huh?”

“It was hard not to be,” Chopper said. “I’m not exactly a mechanic, ya know.”

“Oh. Yeah, I could see that being a problem.” Franky let his hand relax, held up by Chopper’s grip, as he yawned. “I can teach ya a few things. If ya want.” “I’d like that,” Chopper said, with a wobbly grin. Then he sniffled, and put on his stern doctor face. “But first! You need to rest more! I shouldn’t have kept you up so much!”

“I don’t mind,” Franky said, grinning, even though he did feel exhausted. “I’m not taking medical opinion from you, Mister-Ignore-My-Symptoms.” Chopper bopped him gently on the head. “Now rest!”

Franky chuckled, but he settled further into the bed, making himself comfortable. “Aye, aye, Doctor.”  

#one piece #opfanfic #franky #cyborg franky #whumptober2020 #no.14 #heat exhaustion #fainting #nami #chopper #wow this one really got away from me whoops #it's like...six pages?? #franky and chopper just would not stop talking #my stuff #thepilotsfic #no shirt no shoes no service #whump

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Anything But Mine (d.s.) - Chapter Seventeen

A/N this chapter makes me miss winter and the fresh outdoor air :(

Sunday, December 8th, 2019

It snowed early that year, a thick blanket of snow covering the city parks over a single night. That morning, Florence bundled up Clementine in her new snowsuit to prepare for some winter adventures. It would be Clementine’s first time in the snow - last time it snowed she was too tiny to be able to enjoy it. Florence wasn’t going to throw her newborn in a snowbank.

Jack always talked about wanting to take Clementine into the snow so the second he woke up to white on his windowsill he called Florence to ask if she was coming over. It was just past noon when she headed for the subway. The city looked beautiful coated in fresh snow and Clementine looked around the sides of her stroller with a surprised expression of pure child-like wonder. Small breaths twirled up in steam from her mouth, only enticing her more with the winter air. The tree lined street looked like a winter wonderland, whites and greys filling the road as far as the eye could see. The old Victorian looked like it was fresh out of a Christmas storybook and Florence made her way up to the porch and rang the doorbell. Jack answered almost right away, curls tucked messily under a black beanie and a wide smile on his face.

Clementine peered up at him under the hem of her knitted hat that was falling over her eyes, and smiled widely, arms reaching forward, “‘ack!”

“Oh my God!” Jack and Florence gasped at the same time.

“She said my name!” Jack beamed, bending down in front of the little girl. “You melt my heart, my little orange!”

“Obsess over her when we get inside, it’s cold out here!” Florence whined, pushing past him into the house. Jack let her past but scooped up the baby in his arms, smiling at her tiny snowsuit covered body. She was so bundled up that her arms almost stuck out horizontally and the hood was up over her hat so she looked like a little round purple marshmallow.

Aidan was eating a bowl of cereal in the kitchen when they got inside.

“Aidan, check this out.” Jack beamed, carrying the marshmallow baby towards him. Florence watched with pride as her daughter showed off her new addition to her vocabulary to Aidan who quickly was overcome with lighthearted jealousy.

“She just likes me better.” Jack boasted, cradling Clementine to his chest.

The baby giggled, holding out a tiny index finger to poke his nose ring.

“No piercings for you until you’re 85, okay?” Jack sung, peppering kisses to the baby’s face.

“Funny how a baby can turn Jack so soft.” Aidan chuckled through a spoonful of cereal.

“I’m not soft.” Jack turned up his nose.

“‘ack!” Clementine screeched, tugging on a curl that had fallen out from under his hat.

“Ow,” he whispered, “okay, fuck, yeah, I’m so soft for this kid.” Jack mumbled, hugging her lovingly to his chest.

Florence smiled warmly at the sight. “When are we heading out?”

“Now! I can’t wait to chuck her in a huge pile of snow!” Jack jumped up and down, the baby bouncing in his arms. “I bought her a sled!”

“You what?!” Florence gaped.

“Look!” Jack scurried across the main floor of the house to the living room. Sure enough, a tiny wooden sled sat by the window. “Look, baby orange! A sled for you!”

Clementine, thinking that meant she was going to be put down, clung tighter around his neck.

“You didn’t have to do that for her.” Florence smiled from the kitchen.

“What else was I supposed to take my little orange out in today?” Jack cooed to the eleven month old in his arms.

“Soft.” Aidan sang, elongating the vowel. Jack flipped him off. Florence laughed lightly.

“We should head out before she overheats.” Florence said. Jack started pulling the sled across the wood floor to the door, shouting a cheerful goodbye to Aidan as they left.

With the sled on the snow-covered sidewalk, Jack bent down and sat the baby in it, standing up to smile proudly at her. Clementine blinked up at him. He took the reins and Florence adjusted the hat on her head before they started walking towards the park.

The grounds of the provincial parliament allowed for gorgeous gardens and walkways during the summer and when winter came around it was the perfect place to the make the most of the snow. Other groups of strangers had the same idea, spending the first full snow day at the park, many children running around the freezing parents’ legs. A group of teenagers were throwing snowballs at each other farther down the path. Jack spent their time running around with Clementine on the sled, her shrieking giggles making everyone around them smile. Even when he made a sharp turn and the baby went tumbling into a snow drift, it didn’t phase her in the slightest.

The group of three ended up starting to make a little snowman, the adults crouched down to not get their jeans wet as Clementine crawled around them through the few inches of snow. She used her mother to stand up, making Florence topple over and she climbed on top of her. Florence couldn’t be mad, though, it was all in good fun.

Walking back home with soaked through jeans wasn’t a fun experience and Jack offered her use of the dryer and a leant pair of sweatpants once they got back. Clementine was near asleep once they got back to the boys’ house and Florence carried her inside. Jack went to raid one of his friends’ closets for dry clothes (his things were too small for Florence’s tall figure) as she got the baby changed out of her snowsuit and into more comfy clothes to nap in. Even if she and Daniel weren’t speaking, the baby’s things were still at his house and she laid Clementine in the small playpen in the living room with her favourite stuffed animal and blanket. With the baby napping, Florence got changed into a pair of Aidan’s old high school sweats and set her jeans on a quick dryer setting before returning to the living room. Jack was finishing making hot chocolate and he made sure to add plenty of marshmallows before bringing the mugs to where she sat on the couch. Their cheeks were pink from the cold and they sat together and drank their warm drinks in silence.

Jack broke it first with a soft, “Daniel’s leaving for Vancouver in seven days.”

“He’s gonna be gone for a whole month?” Florence frowned, glancing over at him. The year before he went home for only two weeks for Christmas.

“Yeah.” Jack nodded.

“Oh.” Florence looked down at her mug. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”

“The 4th, I believe.”

“So he’ll be gone over Clementine’s first birthday. Nice.” Florence couldn’t mask the hurt in her voice.

“We’ll be here, though.” Jack tried to console her. “We’ll make sure it’s the best party to bring in 2020.”

“I don’t know what I did wrong.” Florence mumbled into her drink. “I don’t know why he doesn’t seem to love me anymore. He just completely cut me off.”

“He’s dealing with some things right now…things he needs time to work out.” Jack said slowly.

“And I can’t help him?”

“I don’t know.” Jack sighed. “Daniel’s a confusing guy.”

“You’d think he would still want to see Clementine on her first birthday after everything.”

As if on cue, Daniel walked through the front door, his music playing loudly through his headphones. Snow fell from his coat as he shrugged it off and kicked off his boots. Florence and Jack sat absolutely silent in the living room. Daniel glanced at them and then at the sleeping baby from his spot in the foyer before walking upstairs without a word. Florence’s heavy sigh expressed her feelings enough.

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In the Janitor’s Closet (ft. EreMika💜)

Youhooo, 80's jock and his cheerleader anon! 😝 Hello, blehblees ❤️ Its been a minute. I needed some mental health days. Also please forgive me, I know literally nothing about either of these sports lol. But I genuinely have mad respect for you if you happen to participate in them! Hope it's goodnsnkszbsnemos lollll okay enjoy xo

It's after 3:30 on a Thursday afternoon and Titan High has already sent the majority of its students home who don't belong to some sort of a sport, club, or an extracurricular activity. The captain of the football team and his girlfriend, who also happens to be captain of the cheerleading squad, however, are dangerously close to being late for practice. "I saw the way your gorgeous eyes were staring me down last period." Eren tugs down on the light's chain and smiles when his girlfriend suddenly appears before him leaning on the wall with her adorable, trademark grin. It's always made him exceedingly happy, even back in the day when he couldn't admit that undeniable fact to himself. And the way she blushes in his presence makes that itch to kiss her even harder to ignore.

"Heh, and...?" Mikasa giggles softly as she drops her bag on the ground and he presses his hand to the wall next to her head.

"And you're, like, really, really cute." He smirks and watches the corners of her mouth fight off a grin as her scarf is slowly unraveled, then dropped blindly in a silent heap on top of her bag. "There we go. You'll overheat if you wear that to practice." And then his lips were on her neck, dedicating all of their attention to the spots that she loves to have kissed. Eren rests his hands on her hips and was pleased to hear her soft breaths already increase in response as he carefully tucks his fingertips behind the waistline of her leggings. He leaves them there teasingly as he nibbles lovingly on her earlobe, making the hands pressing lightly into his shoulders lessen significantly in favor of sliding up into his hair.

"But we're gonna be late.."

"So what? Jean's pretty good. If something even comes up where my input is required he can fill in."

"But.." She smiles, moaning softly in appreciation as his hand slides down the inside of her panties. "My girls..." Mikasa bites her lip as he slowly rubs over her excited heat and his finger gently pushes through the wetness, leaving her squeezing her lips together because it just felt so good. It's true, she has been dying to feel his touch since they made out behind the school this morning.

"Sasha, babe."

"Yeah, you're right..."

"Mark the calendars, kids," Eren chuckles quietly in her ear as she hurries to push his shorts and boxers down barely far enough to free his erection. "My girlfriend finally admitted that I was right for once." He groans his soft approval when she suddenly took his long length in her hand and gave him slow, gentle strokes.

"Oh, shush you..."

"What was that?" His breath is hot on her cheek and it made her tremble excitedly as he playfully grabs onto her hips. He smirks in amusement when she instantly releases him so he can spin her around. It was difficult as hell not to let her continue with her clear desire to put him in her mouth, but he has a pretty good feeling that she'll enjoy this next part. She must have known what was on his agenda when he turned her to face this direction. Eren smiles as his hands wander lower and push everything to her ankles, eliciting quiet giggles from his girl as she presses her hands to the chilly, stone wall. God forbid they get caught in here together burning off steam that's been building up all day before practice. But he could care less about anything going on outside of this janitorial closet right now, because all he wants to do is make certain that she's ready for him and judging from the way she teasingly wiggling her rear as his soft lips trailed kisses down her spine, she's definitely in need of some attention. And if they had been at home instead of stuck at school, she would have moaned much louder when his teeth gently grazed the skin along her backside because she truly loves it when he gets so rough. He teases her thighs even further apart with his hands and eagerly drags his tongue through the slick, wet pink. She lets out a dreamy sound and slaps her hand over her mouth as she's passionately eaten out from behind. Two fingers sneak into her to thrust at a slow, steady pace and he smirks inwardly when she reaches back to sink her fingers in his hair. Soft, pleasurable sounds are mumbled happily into the palm of her hand and she can feel her loins tingle with orgasm as he lovingly nestles his face deeper between her thighs. Unfortunately, he can't crouch here and eat her out until she begs him to give her what she really wants since they're short on time, so she wasn't able to finish before those delightful flicks from his tongue ceased. Though that was quickly replaced by something that felt much more exhilarating than his extremely talented tongue.

"We gotta do this pretty fast, baby. Are you ready?" Eren whispers to her and smirks softly on her cheek as her hips grind against his in response. "Mm, fair enough." The hands on her hips slide around until his arms were wrapped tightly around her tiny waist and pressed into her lower abdomen as he takes off, triggering the climax she had been teetering on since he stopped eating her out. They're both relieved that he's holding onto her so tightly, because her legs surely would have given out from the pleasure otherwise. It was simply too overwhelming. He grunts quietly and kisses her cheek before he buries his face in the crook of her neck. Their hips move so quickly now that they both begin to see stars and Mikasa finds herself biting down hard on her knuckle as her insides quiver violently from another orgasm. He lightly rubs his thumb across her stomach and kisses her neck, panting softly to her skin as he pumps into her. Those mumbled moans of hers were simply intoxicating, especially when paired with the sounds of their naked skin slapping together and the over abundance of wetness between her thighs. She reaches back to dig her nails into his hip and was happy to feel a gentle nibble on her neck in approval. Eren squeezes his arms tighter around her waist when he feels her insides begin to spasm once more and kisses one consistent spot on her neck. "IgottapulloutIgottapullout!" He hisses in her ear and smirks as she turns on her heel with a truly sultry grin. Fuck, she's too much. Eren watches her eyes with amusement as she gracefully lands on her knees and he leans back against the wall for extra stability. His hand flies up to cover his mouth as she jerks him off enthusiastically with both hands and takes the sensitive tip of his erection into the welcoming heat of her mouth. It wasn't until after he was carefully guided to the back of her throat that multiple streams of his juice finally erupted out of him and was swallowed with no issue. He successfully muffles his moans and grunts behind his hand as he watches her happily clean him off, gently pushing his fingers through the parts of her hair not held back in her high, bouncy ponytail. His hand finally falls from his mouth in response to her playful wink and he rolls his eyes as her mouth slowly sinks down his entire length, only to release him seductively moments later. "Fuck, I love you so much." He's almost breathless for a moment as he helps her to her feet.

"Heh, I love you too.." She whispers to him and smiles as she's pulled closer for a loving smooch on the lips. "That was so much fun."

"I aim to please my baby."

"And you do, every single time." Mikasa chuckles softly, watching his eyes as he crouches down enough to reach her clothes so he could redress her lower half. "Thank you." She smiles as she watches him tuck away his satisfied length and reaches up to fix the damage she's done to his luscious hair.

"You're welcome. It's the least I could do after you just rocked my world." Eren smirks as he wraps his arms around her waist and gives a gentle, playful pull that makes her bite her lip. They both know that if they were anywhere else she would have started giggling and he wouldn't be able to help himself, which means the kissing would have started up all over again. "So, I suppose that I should escort m'lady to cheer practice?" He raises an eyebrow when she shakes her head once in disagreement, obviously surprised at her response. "No? Are you sure?"

"You should book it to the football field."

"But -"

"But nothing. As incredible as that was, we're super duper late now..." Mikasa gives a sultry smile as she gently cradles his face in her hands and lightly strokes his cheeks with her thumbs. "Besides, tomorrow's game day. We need to take off in the opposite direction from here, okay?" She couldn't help but laugh when he gave her a lighthearted pout and it resulted in her being kissed into silence.

"Your cute little giggles are gonna get us detention. Fine, but you're totally mine tonight after practice. I mean if you're up for it, of course."

"Well, duh. I was actually just thinking that maybe we could take a nice, steamy shower tonight? I'll let you do whatever you want..." She says in a playful, singsong voice with a wide grin as she walks her fingers up the center of his chest.

"Are you kidding? I'd love to see you naked." Eren smirks, already nodding his head because he's so intrigued by her bold suggestion. "Yeah, alright, you have yourself a deal. I know you and your ladies will help lead us into victory tomorrow night."

"Stop, get out of here." She smiles as she gently bumps her forehead against his and curls her fingers into his jacket. "Gosh, I don't want to go. But I know we need to.." Mikasa reaches over his shoulder for the chain to the overhead light and presses her lips to his. She can feel herself melting into her sneakers all over again from his kiss and she couldn't help but giggle to herself as he slides his hands up the back of her shirt, pressing into her lower back to deepen their kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck and allows her mind to give in to him until she remembers that they have prior commitments that can't be missed. And so she gently pushes her hands into his broad shoulders to force the union of their lips apart, adjusting the collar of his jacket so it lies flat against his chest. "Nice try, hot shot. I'll see you later.." They smile as their lips collide twice more and she shuts off the lights, leaving them both in the dark once again. It's safe to assume that they have occasionally wandered in this exact janitorial closet together after hours before and this most likely won't be the last, they know that for certain when they embrace one another after finally managing to sneak out into the hallway together unseen by school staff. They've honestly lost track of how many times this dance has been done before they each head off to their individual teams for the afternoon. But the encounter always seems to inspire them to work even harder at practices, more so than they do already. Come game night, Titan High's power couple will lead their little home town to victory, just like they always do. Just like they always will.

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#AgentsofShield Season 7 Episode 1 "The New Deal" Recap and Review

The episode starts in New York City in 1931. A group of policemen is waiting for someone, but they get Chronicons instead. The Chronicons kill two of them and then one of them uses a device to take the police leader’s face. The person that the policemen were going to meet comes in and the Chronicons shoot him.

We get to see the scene where they activate LMD Coulson again. His last memories were from the Framework, which guts me because he won’t remember being with May. Daisy tells him that he’s an LMD. Simmons tries to explain, but Coulson finishes her explanation. He doesn’t know how he knows the word Chronicon and it triggers all his memories from the past two years. He overloads and Mack shuts him down. Daisy and Simmons protest, but he’s the Director. This is his call. Building an LMD Coulson should have been his call too, but for now Simmons just needs to tell them everything she knows.

She knows that the Chronicons are trying to take over Earth. She knows that they want to do it by destroying S.H.I.E.L.D. before it became S.H.I.E.L.D. She doesn’t really understand how they can time travel or why the Chronicons are at this time and place specifically. Enoch is with her and Fitz isn’t so that the Chronicons can’t scan Fitzsimmons’ minds again. Also, May is currently stable.

Mack sends Deke out for supplies because he’s probably the least conspicuous person to go out and do so. Yo-Yo is in quarantine, fake laughter real pain, so she isn’t going anywhere, and Daisy has to take the purple out of her hair before she goes anywhere.

Mack turns LMD Coulson back on and they talk. LMD Coulson knows that Coulson didn’t want this, but Coulson also told Mack to trust his team, and Simmons is his team so he’s gonna go with it for now.

Simmons and Enoch found the police report about the dead cops, who are now faceless. In a very Barney Stinson moment, Mack tells everyone to “suit up.”

While Mack, Coulson, Daisy, and Deke walk to the crime scene, they talk about theories of time travel. Deke explains the time stream theory. Essentially, pebbles aren’t going to do much, but if you change too much, you can dam the stream, and that is when you have a problem.

When they get to the crime scene, Deke gives them badly printed police badges. It turns out that they are Canadian Mountie badges. One of the cops won’t let Daisy in, so she has it out with him.

He eventually lets her in, and they find the one man that still has his face. He’s a bootlegger and his booze bottle has a swordfish on it. LMD Coulson tells them that there was an old S.H.I.E.L.D. safehouse that used to be a speakeasy. The password to get in was swordfish.

While Yo-Yo and Simmons are working on May, they talk. Yo-Yo’s body is breaking down the Shrike material, so she should be able to leave the Zephyr soon. Fitzsimmons made her new arms because this is 1931 and people don’t have metal arms. Yo-Yo doesn’t initially want them, but Simmons asks her to think about it.

Mack and LMD Coulson go to the speakeasy. The SSR asset that they’re looking for is called Gemini, but when they ask for him, they get guns to the head.

The Chronicons get to the crime scene and see Daisy. They plan to divide and conquer, killing all S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel. One of them isolates Daisy and another goes for Deke. Daisy and Deke take care of them. Deke then hotwires a car and puts one of the Chronicons in the back.

The guy that Mack and LMD Coulson are looking for is dead and this causes them to get into a fight with the bartender and a couple of others. LMD Coulson is already dead, so he decides to be a bit reckless. It turns out that he’s bulletproof. This brings the attention of the owner of the speakeasy: Ernest Hazard Koenig.

Yo-Yo decided to try out her new arms. She and Simmons talk about how many times Fitzsimmons have been separated.

They get interrupted by Daisy and Deke showing with their stolen car and unconscious Chronicon.

Mack and LMD Coulson spin the Chronicons as a new gang. Koenig tells them that he’s hosting a party for the governor of New York, a one Franklin Delano Roosevelt. FDR was the one that founded the SSR, which eventually turned into S.H.I.E.L.D. He would be the perfect person for the Chronicons to assassinate.

At the party, Mack is trying not to kill every person that speaks to him. Daisy and Deke show up and LMD Coulson makes a dad joke, which lightens my heart.

Enoch tells Simmons that the hunter they have captured is immune to torture. Simmons has an idea. She’s going to flood his system with so much data that he overloads. Then he might tell them something useful.

Daisy apologizes to LMD Coulson for turning him on since he never wanted to be an LMD. They talk about how weird it is until FDR walks in. Yes, you read me right. They think that the Chronicons are going to hit when leaves for his out of sight wheelchair. LMD Coulson and Daisy get to him and he’s fine.

Simmons does her job a little too well. The Chronicons overheats and melts, but not before revealing that the bartender is the target, not FDR.

The bartender, Freddie is meeting with someone who I last saw in an ABC Family mive about princesses.

Simmons tells the rest of the team who the actual target is.

Freddie’s contact wants him to deliver something to the docks. The Chronicons interrupt and shoot her, but don’t get a chance to shoot him.

Daisy and LMD Coulson take on the Chronicons.

As it turns out, Freddie’s full name is Wilfred Malik and he is none other than the father of Gideon Malik. The Chronicons are planning to take out Hydra so that S.H.I.E.L.D. never forms.

May is gone. In the last moments of the episode, we see her in the ceiling like a spider monkey.

I want Fitz. Now. Barring that one major nonsense, this episode was really enjoyable and I’m so glad to have a real Coulson again. 8/10.

#Agents Of Shield #Agent of Shield #AgentsOfSHIELD #AgentsOfSHIELD Recap #AgentsofSHIELDRecap #AgentsofSHIELD

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Shine, part six

Sorry for the wait. Was working on a fic for the R76 bigbang. Now back to magica!au kid!fic.

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Jack dresses Jesse in one of Gabe’s shirts, a long sleeved button up in a deep burgundy that’s more than big enough to work as a night shift for the boy. He’s trying to detangle and maybe trim Jesse’s mess of hair when Gabe returns. He approves of the color on Jesse, and then shows the meager options in bolts of cloth he picked up in the general store. Jesse is good enough to stay still for Jack and is equally as good for Gabe when he takes a measuring tape from his travel sewing kit and sizes up the boy. Gabe gets to work on a rough cut and pins together shapes for a shirt, a pair of slacks, and a pair of underpants. He sits by an open window, where the afternoon light is best, and starts stitching. As soon as Jack claims he’s done all he can for the boy’s hair to make him presentable, Jesse clambers up onto the back of Gabe’s chair to sit in the sun with him and watch his hands. He’s a ball of curiosity, now that he seems to have found some comfort with Jack and Gabe, and has taken to asking as many questions as he can about everything. “Where we goin, again?” “To Port Gibraltar.” “How we gettin there?” “By train.” “I like trains. How long’s it gonna take?” “About three days.” “Is Port Gribbler a big place?” “Port Gibraltar is a Capital city. It’s a very big city.” “With lotsa peoples?” “Thousands of people.” “You stitch all yer clothes, too?” “I have a machine at home that makes it faster, but yes, I do sew Jack’s and my own clothes.” Jack tries to read, but he finds the sight of the small boy practically curled around Gabe’s head as he sits on the back of the comfy chair amusing. Jesse has a difficult time sitting still, being a growing boy full of energy, but Gabe is as patient with him as he is with his sewing. As the afternoon progresses, so does the sun across the sky, shifting the angle of its light through the window. Jack watches curiously as Jesse abandons his perch on the back of the chair to follow it. First, moving to sit on the armrest beside Gabe, then to the ottoman Gabe rests his feet on, then to patch of evening sunshine at Jack’s feet. Jack doesn’t think the room to be that chilled, but the boy is used to lounging in the warmth of the sun, if their couple of visits to the barn were anything to go by. Considering how eagerly he got into the hot bath, the child probably absorbs heat. If that is the case, he isn’t a Catalyst class like Gabe, who needed a reagent. Perhaps he is a Dynamo class Mage, needing to charge his conjuration like a battery? A visit to the Conservatory will clear things up, Jack knows. They have their dinner delivered to their room from the nearby tavern. It’s a hearty stew with crusty bread, something that warms from the inside out. Jesse picks around all the vegetables to eat the meat and sops up the broth. It takes come cajoling before Gabe is able to get Jesse to eat the potatoes and carrots, but the boy still won’t eat the peas or onion. The adults count it as a win and make sure Jesse gets his fill of bread. By bedtime, Gabe has underpants and pants made for Jesse, but is still working on his shirt. A trundle pulls out from under the foot of the bed, complete with mattress and bedding, to give Jesse his own place to sleep. Yawning and rubbing his eyes, Jesse stubbornly claims he isn’t tired. “We are,” Jack says, folding and putting away his and Gabe’s clothes from the day. “It’s been a long day for us. We’ll sleep, but maybe you’ll like to enjoy your warm blankets?” It’s enough to convince Jesse to be tucked in for the night. Gabe and Jack climb into the bed, and before Gabe can draw the lights out from the lamps, Jack cups his face and gives him a goodnight kiss. It’s tender and slow, easily comminucating all his feelings for his friend and partner, leaving Gabe practically melting and Jack feeling breathless. They aren’t used to the affronted squawk and little eyes peering at them from the foot of the bed. “Yuck, you share cooties?!” “There’s nothing wrong with sharing cooties,” Gabe says defiantly. “I love Jack’s cooties.” “I love Gabe’s cooties, too,” Jack says, his arm curling possessively around Gabe. “Just wait until you find someone you’ll want to share your cooties with.” They could barely see his face, but by the scrunch of his eyes, they can tell he’s making a childishly disgusted face. “I don’t have cooties!” Gabe curls into Jack’s side, playfully pressing chaste kisses into whatever bare skin he can reach. Jack smiles and kisses Gabe’s forehead. “You will, one day,” Jack says. “You will and won’t even remember why you thought it was so gross.” Jesse pops up enough over the foot of the bed to give them a raspberry before ducking back down and settling in bed. Gabe takes it as a sign to put the lights out, drawing the fire from the wicks without even leaving the bed. It’s not long after that they can hear Jesse’s soft breaths deepen in sleep. Jack is used to the heat Gabe puts off in his sleep, loves wrapping him up in his arms on winter nights, but in warmer nights, even Jack overheats. It’s not unusual for him to throw the covers off and roll away, only to wake up chilled and roll back into Gabe’s side As he rolls back over that night, there’s a warm little lump between him and Gabe. “We have a little heat parasite,” Gabe chuckles when he realizes Jack is awake. “So, you’ve noticed it, too. Should we move him back to his bed?” Jack asks, sitting up. Gabe sighs. “I’ve already tried. He wormed his way back in as soon as I dozed off.” “Well...” Jack pulls the blankets up and tucks them around Jesse, “lets try not to squish him.” Leaning over Jesse, Gabe gives Jack a sloppy, misaimed kiss in the dark, getting him on the chin. They settle back down to sleep, with Jesse cradled between them.

#fic by @littlethingofevil #magical au #kid!fic #Gramarye!verse #Shine fic #jesse mccree #gabriel reyes #Jack Morrison #reaper76