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fatuismooches · 1 year

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What are some habits that reader picks up from the Harbingers? Like what stuff do they begin to copy after being with them for so long :)

Imagine the Harbingers noticing that you picked up some of their quirks and habits.

Pierro notices how you start to stay up until abysmal hours of the night to complete whatever you have to. He does not approve of this at all and tries to get you to stop, even going as far as to have agents try to escort you to the bedroom. But there’s not much he can do when you say he does the exact same thing, and you won’t stop unless he goes to bed at the same time as you. So, Pierro has made somewhat of a compromise with you - the two of you work in the same office now. As much as he loves it, it is a bit of a distraction when you get bored with your work, and saunter over to him to drape your arms around him.

Capitano notices how you pick up his leadership skills. He is a well-respected Harbinger whom many look up to, and well, you’re just kind of there. You’re just his little lovely partner that the Fatui bow their heads to out of respect for your husband. After all, you’re nothing really special compared to Capitano’s exceptionality. But, The Captain is an observant man, and he does not fail to see your new quirks, that is suspiciously similar to his. The way you go around to the camps and just casually chat with the soldiers, always greeting them with a pleasant smile and story - it seems to greatly boost morale. Now, they’re bowing their heads out of respect for you.

Dottore notices how you copy the way he walks. Your hands are crossed professionally behind your back, a self-assured smirk present on your face. Your voice starts to build up with confidence and punctuated remarks. Your strides slowly start to become more confident and your quick wit starts to bring an impressed, maniacal grin to his face. He finds the way you copy him in this manner rather endearing - the idea of you being a mini him is quite entertaining to him. Dottore enjoys the possibility of people viewing you to be just as terrifying as him a great amount, so he definitely encourages it.

Columbina notices how you start to hum like her. Your voice pales in comparison to the lovely melody of hers, yet the way it comes so naturally to Columbina makes you want to try it as well. You don’t do it around her, of course, since you are far too embarrassed to ever show her. But it all goes out the window as she is adept at sneaking up on you, literally hovering over your shoulder as you have no idea she’s there. She hasn’t told you that she knows yet, she believes that if you know, you’ll stop, and she doesn’t want that to happen. If only you could do it around her someday, the crooning of your voice would surely send her into a deep sleep.

Arlecchino notices how you start to pick up on her poker face. She is a bit surprised at first when someone cracks a joke at you yet you just stare at them. At first, she thinks you’re maybe having a bad day, but you’re back to smiling quickly. When you explain to her you’ve been practicing her facial technique, she lets out a small chuckle. Secretly, she worries a bit - she doesn’t want to be the cause of somehow depleting your emotions. But you reassure her of course, in fact, the skill of keeping a straight face is quite useful, especially in situations where you’re trying your best not to burst out laughing.

Pulcinella (platonic!) notices how you start to copy some of his positive mentality. Your young age has cast a negative outlook on the world, rolling your eyes and scoffing at many things. His old age has allowed him to see everything - the good and the bad - making him have the aptitude to hold both happiness and sadness for the world. Pulcinella has seen many people like you, and always strives to change their point of view. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. So when you start to become even the slightest more optimistic, copying word for word his advice and sharing it with others, he couldn’t be prouder of you.

Scaramouche notices how you pick up his rude and snide comments. It’s not quite as frequent as he does it, but when you throw in a sarcastic remark or two, he can’t help but smirk and even laugh at the other person. Often times he joins in if the other person tries to snap back; his sharp tongue won’t anything hold back as he tells it how it is. He loves it - he’s the kind of person who roots for you in the background as you completely demolish someone, even if they don’t deserve it. He always thought you needed to bite back at people more instead of letting them walk all over you, so this is perfect for him.

Sandrone notices how to start to fix up stuff around her laboratory. She and her robots tend to keep the area tidy to avoid any accidents, especially after you entered the picture. Sandrone is a neat person in general and likes to keep her space organized, so you can often see her on her robot, dusting the higher-up places. You know she is a busy person, so you’d rather not see her spend her time cleaning. So you decided to take up the chore yourself. Certainly, your lover did not expect to see you nearly breaking your back to reach the lights, but she is definitely grateful and touched. She may or may not be flustered if you decide to wear an outfit fit for the task.

La Signora notices how you copy her fashion sense. You were never one to care much about fashion - you were rather a simple person who preferred simple clothes. But, it seems Signora, being the glamorous lady she is, has inspired you to put some more effort into your appearance. Surely, wearing some jewelry wouldn’t hurt, right? Adding some bling and extra lace here would look good too, maybe. Of course, Signora absolutely adores it - she has an entire wardrobe planned out and organized for you, filled with gorgeous and designer outfits that she even tailored to your tastes. She takes great pride in her appearance and would be happy to help you feel the same way.

Pantalone notices how you start to get more greedy of him. It is no surprise to anyone how possessive he is of his belongings, and that greed extends to you as well. He loves to be around you, and he loves it when others see you with him, at balls, parties, outings, everything - it’s silently saying that you are his. But when you start showing that same energy? He is so whipped and entranced. The way you protectively latch onto his arm and make direct eye contact with others, fighting the urge to stick out your tongue? Pantalone finds it so cute and even amusing; do you really think that he’d be interested in anyone besides you? His most prized treasure?

Childe notices how you start to become more motivated and determined to accomplish your goals. It is not a secret to anyone how dedicated he is to becoming stronger, as he has no shame in pursuing strong opponents relentlessly. His steadfast nature can’t help but have you inspired and energetic to follow your own dreams. Of course, Childe is wholly ecstatic and excited for you - he goes all in with the support! He’s rather glad that you are taking matters into your own hands, and that he was able to inspire that change. If your goal is to improve your battle prowess too, well, Childe would be a great supporter and helper for that.

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billys-pretty-babe · 11 months

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Uh-Oh

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : A night alone leaves you and Billy doing some physical activities but can your bed withstand his stamina?

Warnings : Swearing, smut (giggly sex because that's what Billy deserves), uh bed breaking

Word count : ~ 2k

A/N : I have no explanation for this, I got bored. Hope you enjoy ;) requests are open :)

Your parents decided to leave you alone for the night, that was the biggest mistake they could have made. Being 18, you still had rules living in their house and you abided for the most part except when it came to your boyfriend, Billy.

You were inexperienced when the two of you got together but now, you could confidently say you know about three times as much as you did going into the relationship.

Here the two of you were, really testing the planks on your bed, hearing them creak, the legs of the bed moving, the springs whining in protest, begging you both to slow down.

"Billy," you whined as he spread your legs wider, going as deep as he could, making your back arch and he chuckled. "That feel good?" You nodded, "You know it does, you ass." He laughed and quickly pecked you on your lips, smiling against them. "You still okay?" You nodded, holding his face.

"Yeah, I'm good." He smiled and kissed you as he rolled his hips against yours and you did your best to keep kissing him but it was hard, you had to remember to breathe when he fucked you like this but now you also had to kiss him, you swore you were going to die but you weren't complaining.

He laughed against your swollen lips, "Struggling there?" He still managed to be a sarcastic ass while being in an extremely compromising position with you. "Shut up," you said, lips brushing against his. He began to go harder, your body moving up the body as you grasped onto his arms.

His curls were stringy and you were hoping his stamina would deplete soon, being an athlete and a workout junkie was a bonus for the two of you in moments like these. His pendant swung between the two of you and you snickered. "What's so funny," he asked, going slightly harder and you dug your nails into his arms. "Your pendant, it's kinda ironic in this situation." He laughed and put one hand on the top of your skull and you felt the thump of the headboard hitting his hand and he winced.

"Switch." You nodded and sat up, both of you sweaty and out of breath as he laid down, hands behind his head as he smirked. "Come on cowgirl," he said, slapping your ass with his ringed hand and you winced, "Ow." He chuckled and your eyes looked behind him at your wall.

"Uh oh," you said quietly and he turned, seeing the paint had scrapped off of the wall. "Damn, I'm good." You rolled your eyes, "You're mediocre at best." He grumbled, mocking you as he swung his head and you laughed at him. "You're gonna hit me with your big ass head again, you almost broke my nose last time you did that." Billy laughed, "My apologies for my big ass head." He got comfortable again.

He grabbed your pillows and put them behind his back as he sat up, spreading his thighs slightly. He put his hands out, helping you straddle him. His hands left yours, scaling up your thighs, up your back until they held the back of your neck gently and he knocked his forehead on yours gently, making sure he didn't hurt you in anyway.

"I love you." You smiled and leaned in slightly to peck his lips, "I love you too, B." He smiled and kissed you again, moaning as he felt you grind your hips on his. He pulled away and watched your face as he saw you slide down his cock, watching your lips part, your brow furrow slightly and your eyes going glassy.

This was one of his favorite looks on your, satisfied and high on pleasure, you looked absolutely ethereal. You touched down on his thighs and Billy moaned, hands quickly going to your hips, his thumbs rubbing little circles as he waited for you to adjust. He hissed as he felt you clench and you moaned feeling him twitch.

"Ready?" You nodded, moving slowly at first, still trying to adjust to this position. You held his shoulders before moving your hands to his upper back as you intertwined your fingers. "I need help." He softly laughed. "Okay, hold on." You nodded and moved in closer and moaned at the slight change of angle as you held onto him, his forehead on yours as he crossed his eyes and you both laughed.

You put your head on your arm as he began thrusting up into you, the mattress dipping with each movement as you both moaned, him moaning different profanities and you moaning his name. He quickened his pace, hands now on your ass, pulling you on his lap with each thrust.

The springs were crying, wanting the two of you to slow down or stop completely and you moved your fingers into his hair, pulling the hair at the nape of his neck, his head tilting back with the pull, baring his neck to you completely and you latched your lips onto his pulse, gently sucking and nipping and he squeezed your ass, moaning your name, making you clench around him.

"Faster." He chuckled, "Jesus, I'm not a machine." You pulled his hair again and he groaned in pleasure, "Fuck, feels so good." He moved faster, your skin echoing in the room, the sound of your wetness sticking to him slightly louder than your moans, groans and pants.

Two of the wood planks snapped where the two of you sat, making the mattress sag. "I told you I was good." You grumbled, "You broke my bed." He laughed, moving some of his hair. "Baby, it was bound to break. I don't exactly go slow with you."

He tried to keep moving and the bed creaked again. "How many orgasms did you get?" You laughed, "Three." He nodded, "Alright, your bed can't take anymore. We're gonna call it a night on this." You nodded and he helped you off of him as you winced slightly and he rubbed your back.

He took the condom off, tying it off as he plopped it into your trash can, finding tissues and throwing them on top just in case one of your parents found it. He helped you up, laughing as you stumbled slightly as he helped you to the bathroom, turning the shower on. He leaned down slightly and kissed you, "Go to the bathroom and I'll be back so we can shower." You nodded and he left the bathroom and you quickly did your business and looked at yourself in the mirror, noting the love bites on your chest and neck, some on your stomach, hips and thighs.

You smiled and shook your head as you washed your hands. Billy came back with towels and clothes as he helped you in the shower. He held you close to him as he bathed you as you basked in the intimacy of it all. "My poor bed." He laughed, "I'll fix it, just not tonight." You nodded and hummed as he gently rubbed the soap on your skin, easing your achy muscles and he put his head on your shoulder as he held your hand with his right hand.

"I love you," he said as he pressed a kiss under your ear and you smiled. "I love you too, baby." He smiled against your saltwater scented skin, using his soap on your body, knowing how much his scent comforted you at night.

He rinsed you off and you turned and washed his body as he washed his hair, trying to put it into a soapy mohawk and you laughed at the failed attempt as his hair fell onto his face. "Ew," he gagged, "it's in my mouth, it burns, my eyes." You laughed at him, your whole body shaking as you moved his hair and you wiped his eyes with a clean cloth.

He opened his eyes, his lashes were stuck together and his waterline slightly pink and his face screwed up. "This tastes so bad." He fought the urge to spit out the soapy taste, knowing you'd get onto him if the spit got onto your clean skin. He rinsed his hair and you shoved the conditioner into his hands and he groaned. "You always complain that it's dry." He put the conditioner in and reached up as he moved the shower head so the hot water was hitting him.

"Hey, I'm cold now." He laughed and you turned around so your head was on his chest, your back being hit by the water. He looked at your neck, tracing the patter of the bites. "Did a number on your skin." You nodded, "It's okay, I can cover them if they bruise." He nodded, holding you tightly as he leaned down and kissed one of the bites, feeling the indent of where his teeth had been, against his lips and he hummed.

"Let me rinse this out and then we'll go to sleep." You nodded, not even having the energy to protest, knowing you'd fall asleep within ten minutes with the way his warm body was pressed against yours in addition with the hot water. "Okay." He rinsed his hair, making sure there was no product life in it before the two of you got out and he helped you dry off, your eyes heavy with exhaustion.

You got dressed, slipping on underwear and a shirt as Billy dried himself and dried his hair as best as he could do before tying it up and slipping on boxers. "Come on, bedtime." You nodded and followed him, turning the lights off in the bathroom as you shut the door.

He laid on the broken side of the bed and you cuddled up to him. He rubbed your temple gently. "Do you need anything? Water, snacks, need to talk, anything?" You shook your head, your eyes shut, lashes softly fluttering on the side of his chest and he smiled, feeling the little tickles that reminded him of the little butterflies in his stomach.

"You sure?" You nodded, letting out a yawn. "Just need some sleep. I can eat in the morning." He nodded. "Are you okay? Anything hurt or sore?" You shook your head, your lips pulling up for a mere second before they fell again. "I'm okay. Are you?" He nodded as he tried to pull you closer, wishing he could attach you to him, needing you on him at all times.

"Love you," you said against his skin and he smiled, hand rubbing your temple again. "I love you too, get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow." You furrowed your brows, never opening your eyes, "I'm not fixing it," you slurred out, words barely making any sense. He laughed, "You're going to get more wood with me, I'll fix it, you're just gonna keep me company." You nodded and tired to move closer and huffed, your breath hitting his nipple and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Should just tie you or cuff you to me." You hummed, "You'd like that, you kinky fuck." He laughed, "Yeah, I would." You both laughed before you yawned again. "Okay, go to sleep. We'll get breakfast if you wake up early enough." You nodded, holding him tightly, He rubbed your back, lulling you to sleep as he followed you into his own deep sleep.

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coconutcordiale · 2 years

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hi! congratulations on 500!!🥳✨

could i request roommates with rooster for the bingo if it hasn’t been taken already? 🤍

you taste just like sundays (dripping off my tongue)

pairing- rooster x female!reader

warnings- 18+ minors DNI, dom bradley, oral (m receiving), degradation kink, probably not a good idea to fuck your roommate if i'm being honest but live ur life, the ‘miles teller is a mean dom so let’s pretend rooster is too’ club unites at dawn (or whenever I get around to posting this)

length- 3.3k

an- thank you so much!!! i'm sorry this took so long :( and of course apologies if this is not your thing i just run away in wild directions with these prompts

500 follower celly prompts are done yay! only took me over a month 🙃

title from u taste like sundays by łaszewo. i thought it was funny because i'm immature

You’re debating the merits of Kodiak Cakes versus Eggo frozen waffles on a late-night shopping run when you hear your name coming from a familiar voice.

You try not to tense up, but the smile on your face feels like plastic when you turn around to see the blonde. “Justin, hi.”

“I can see why you didn’t want me to come in last night.”

You pause. That’s one hell of a greeting.

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you let the freezer door slam shut, a gush of cold air raising the hair on your arms. “What?”

He gives a pointed look towards Bradley, who wandered from you moments before Justin waltzed up, still in his uniform. “Didn’t take you for a tag chaser.”

You fight the sudden urge to roll your eyes obnoxiously.

“He’s my roommate,” you respond through gritted teeth.

At least you know for sure you made the right call to not sleep with Justin last night after your mediocre date, no matter how frustrated you’ve been lately, no matter how much he reminds you of a poor woman’s Austin Butler.

He may be pretty, but he's still a dick.

Given that you don’t actually know Austin Butler, you can only hope he’s less of a dick than this guy.

Justin scoffs, “Sure, he is.”

You didn’t mind Justin’s cocksureness when you first met him in line at your favorite coffee shop, liked it even. He paid for your iced oat milk latte, forward and confident in a way only men who always got what they wanted could be.

When he brought up taking you to dinner, it hadn’t even been a question, not really. You were surprised at how much you didn’t hate the inevitability that existed in his suggestion, like he always knew you’d say yes.

But then, he spent the entire date talking about himself, hardly letting you get a word in edgewise, and had the audacity to get angry when you didn’t invite him into your bed. So, now, you kind of want to wring his neck, twisting until the last bit of his undeserved, obnoxious pride is depleted from his annoyingly muscled body.

“Is this the fruit you like for your smoothies?” Bradley asks, oblivious, as he ambles back up to you with a red bag boasting tropical fruit blend on the front.

When you don’t answer, too busy grinding your teeth together and imagining what it'd be like to knee this overgrown frat boy in the balls, Bradley looks up from the bag, spine straightening as he clocks the tension between you and Justin.

“Hey man,” your mustached roommate says slowly, carefully, extending a hand towards Justin. “I’m Bradley.”

Justin stares at the outstretched hand in disgust and it drops back to Bradley’s side. You finally give in to the urge to roll your eyes.

The thing is the last couple of guys you slept with were so courteous, so sweet, so nice. They were barely a cut above adequate, leaving you with an itch to scratch, discontent trembling beneath your skin.

By the time you ran into Justin, you were embarrassingly ready for someone bolder. Someone a little more confident, a little more willing to take charge.

Someone a little more like Bradley, your mind supplies.

Shut up, you shouldn’t even know that, you tell it.

Unfortunately for you and your imagination, you do, in fact, know that Bradley would likely check every box that you’re looking for. The thin walls of your shared apartment ensured that months ago.

Lies to yourself aside, two minutes into a bruschetta appetizer with Justin, you had realized he was likely only going to take charge in disappointing, selfish, and unsatisfying ways.

“Don’t waste your time with her,” Justin tells him, acid dripping from every syllable. “She’s a fucking cock tease.”

Bradley’s eyes flash in anger, the bag crinkling audibly as he takes out his ire on frozen fruit. “You sure that’s something you want to have said to me?”

You watch Justin size him up, probably noting the couple of inches your roommate has on him.

“She’s not worth this shit,” he spits before turning on his heel to stalk out of the aisle.

You squeeze your eyes shut tight for a moment when he leaves, ignoring Bradley’s eyes on you. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Bradley nods tersely, silently following you to the checkout line, waffles forgotten.

“That’s the guy you had over last night?” Bradley asks finally when you two make it back home and are busy putting things away, disdain ringing clear through the apartment.

“No, I didn’t let him come up,” you snap, knowing it comes out a little harsher than your roommate deserves. “He called me a cock tease, remember? Because apparently letting him buy me dinner means I’m supposed to put out.”

He puts his hands up in defense. “Sorry.”

The silence stretches out awkwardly between you, the refrigerator humming as you try to focus all your attention on the absurd number of cereal boxes in the pantry.

“It just sounded like you were having a good time when I got home last night,” he mumbles.

You freeze, wondering if it’s possible to will a blush back down your body. How did you not hear him come in last night?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rooster,” you manage a flippant tone you don’t feel at all, continuing to move things around the cupboard haphazardly.

“Didn’t mean to overstep,” he says innocently, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter across from you in your tiny galley kitchen. “I’m not judging, more impressed, didn’t know you were such a player. Going out with one guy, calling another over after.”

“I didn’t,” you defend without thinking, and you immediately want to slap your hand over your mouth.

You can feel the heat of his body at your back now, and silently will your hands to stay steady as you organize cereal boxes.

The man is such a slut for Shredded Wheat. He’s probably the only person keeping them in business at this point.

You wish you didn’t find his penchant for shitty cereal as endearing as you do.

“Oh?” He says, but there’s a shift in his tone, voice at least a couple of octaves lower now. “So, you didn’t booty-call some guy named Bradley after you kicked blondie to the curb?”

Your mouth drops open in shock. What a little shit.

You exhale shakily, knowing there’s no way you can fight the pink rising to your cheeks now. “I don’t know what you thought you heard—”

“Don’t be like that, princess,” he rumbles in your ear, sending chills all the way down your spine. “Next you’re gonna tell me it was just a dream.”

You bite your lip. How could he possibly know that was the excuse you were going to try?

He chuckles, something wicked lighting up his coffee-colored eyes as he turns you around and backs you against the counter, pulling boxes out of your hands and tossing them in the pantry without looking. “Fine, I’ll bite. What did you dream about?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” you whisper, refusing to meet his eyes.

Unfortunately for your dwindling self-control, this puts your gaze right at his chest where his flight suit is partially unzipped, tan skin glowing against his black undershirt.

It’s clear he’s taunting you now. “That so? Have those dreams about me a lot?”

You furrow your brows. It’s hard to think with him this close, the spice of his aftershave muddling your senses. “That’s…not what I meant.”

“I have those ‘dreams’ about you too. Never knew you felt the same, or I might’ve said something before.”

You’re torn between elbowing him in the ribs for his obvious air quotes and dropping to your knees at the sheer dominance he’s exuding that threatens to choke you in this tiny kitchen.

Bradley must sense your hesitation because his fingers begin rubbing soothing circles at the pulse points on your wrists.

“I could tell you what I did after I heard your gorgeous voice moaning my name,” he offers, gently, softer than you expect, given he’s spent the last five minutes barely holding back his amusement.

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

He trails a hand up your side, leaving goosebumps underneath the thin material of your t-shirt. “Was hard as a fucking rock, baby, you sounded so beautiful. Came in my fist thinking about how wet you must’ve been dreaming about me.”

“It wasn’t a dream,” you admit, still quiet.

He smirks at that. “I know.”

Glaring at him, there’s an accusation lacing your words. “You also knew I didn’t sleep with him last night.”

You want to smack the smug look right off his rosy cheeks when he agrees, “He doesn’t look like a Bradley.”

You don’t, though, eyes drifting to where your hands are trapped against the counter, Bradley’s weight pinning you still.

“I know what you need,” he murmurs, voice like caramel in your ears.

“And what’s that?” You fire back with a strength you don’t feel, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of control over this situation that’s rapidly spiraling.

Bradley is unphased by your attitude. “I think you know, otherwise you’d have invited him up here.”

You remain defiantly silent, hoping your expression remains blank. His mouth twitches upwards as he sees right through you.

“Why didn’t you let him come up, baby?”

You avert your eyes, uncomfortable under his intense gaze because directed at you, you’ve never seen his eyes quite like this.

Bradley isn’t exactly known for being even-keeled, his temper often flaring as he lets people get under his skin. But he’s never been like that with you, never stared at you with anything but puppy dog brown eyes.

Until now.

Now, there’s a fire lighting them up. A fire you always assumed was reserved for flying multi-million-dollar airplanes or arguing with Jake Seresin.

Despite that, his voice is eerily calm when he hooks a finger under your chin, forcing your attention upwards. “Answer me, princess.”

“Knew he couldn’t give me what you can.”

Pink lips quirk up fully at that. “And how would you know that? Heard me before?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks in answer, and you find yourself fighting the urge to duck your head again.

“Did that make you jealous, baby?”

You let out a small breath and gather the last of your courage. “A little. Mostly just made me wet.”

Bradley unleashes a dry chuckle that has you running hot and cold with embarrassment before he speaks again, low and gravelly.

“Better than me. Makes me fucking angry,” he grumbles in your ear. “The thought of that idiot’s hands on you.”

It’s finally your turn to smirk, although it feels a little weak in the face of his intensity. “It’s a good thing I’ve always kept my dates away when you were home then, huh?”

Bradley’s mouth presses together in a hard line, expression turning to stone. You know you shouldn’t be proud of the way his grip tightens on your wrists, the way his nostrils flare in irritation. You take advantage of his momentary lapse to switch your positions, pressing him back against the counter.

You want nothing more than to get your mouth on him and drive every memory of other girls from his mind. You weren’t lying when you said you weren’t jealous at the time, but you can’t help the competitive part of you that wants him to know he won’t find anyone else like you.

Before you can, he grabs you by the elbows, pulling you to him for a filthy kiss. Your first kiss.

Huh.

You want to laugh, suddenly, that you were ready to have your mouth well acquainted with his cock before you even got to kiss him.

Bradley sucks in a sharp breath once you break away from his lips, eyes pools of black as he notices you trying to move to the floor. “Gonna get on your knees and take care of me?”

“Well, I have to make sure you forget those girls somehow,” you tease, sliding your hands across his abs as you shift downwards.

“If I had thought for a second I could have you instead they never would’ve made it past the front door.”

You roll your eyes at him for patronizing you but busy yourself tugging down the zipper of his flight suit instead of saying something that’ll get you in trouble.

Mouthing at his hardening cock over his boxer briefs, your fingers toy with his waistband but don’t pull them down. You’re fighting back a giggle, giddy and feeling pretty proud of yourself as you listen to his breath catch, as you see his hands grip the counter behind him.

When he opens his mouth there might as well be ice in his breath, a warning in his tone that sends shivers straight to your core. “Don’t tease me, baby, you’ll regret it.”

You acquiesce, pressing your lips together to hold in a smile, thinking it’ll go unnoticed but Bradley’s eyes flare anyways.

“Was gonna be sweet to you,” he drawls. “But I don’t think that’s what you want. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be trying to rile me up.”

Your eyes are stuck on where he strains against his black briefs, words becoming harder and harder to form the longer you perch on the tile floor.

He runs a strong finger across your jaw and you swallow hard in anticipation. “Harder to tell me than it is to push and try my patience, isn’t it?”

All you can manage is a tiny nod.

“Answer me,” Bradley says again, but this time the words are harsh, steel bracing his tone. "Use your words, princess."

You bite your lip, trying not to moan at the hand he’s busy tangling in your hair. He notices, because of course he does, and tugs, pulling the words from you.

“No, sweet is not what I want,” you whisper, blinking up at him slowly.

He grins at that, and you shudder at how mean, how mischievous that expression looks.

Bradley grabs your hands, placing them on his thighs. “Pinch here if it’s too much. If any of it’s too much.”

You raise your eyebrows at him but nod again, more confident this time, licking your lips eagerly.

The bastard laughs. You’re a little sheepish at the way the sound makes you clench around nothing.

“Should’ve known you’d be desperate for a cock in your throat.”

You try not to shift too obviously at his words, unable to stay still as you ignore your own need.

He pulls himself out and your eyes widen at the sight. Your first thought is how sore your jaw is going to be tomorrow.

Your second is that you do not care one bit as long as you get your mouth on him immediately.

Unmoved by the impatience playing itself out across your forehead, Bradley’s other hand goes back to your chin, thumb roughly pushing in to pry your lips apart. You hollow your cheeks around his finger, fluttering your lashes and making a show of it, pride swelling in your chest when he groans.

Your mind has all but turned off as his thumb retreats so he can replace it with his cock, and your tongue darts out to lick his slit, following down to drag across the vein on the underside.

The hitch in his breath almost makes you regret your hands frozen in place on his muscular thighs, lamenting letting him take the lead completely, fire burning deep within you to take him apart with your mouth.

There’s always next time.

Next time, you think wildly, hoping to whatever higher power there’s an unlimited number of next times that’ll make permanently altering your friendship worth it.

Meeting his eyes, they’re darker than you’ve ever seen them, and you can’t help the muffled whimper that leaves you as you feel him sliding deeper, relaxing your jaw as best as you can as he builds a steady rhythm.

It’s probably better like this anyways; lips stretched around his thick length, spit pooling messily at the corners of your mouth, tears forming as he presses himself in, in, in, choking you.

It’s got to be better like this; on your knees, Bradley’s fingers tangled in your hair, your panties ruined where slick pools between your thighs, each thrust driving every remaining thought from your head.

It’s definitely better like this; Bradley fucking your mouth with abandon and making you take it, watching the sinful curl of his lips through blurry, glassy eyes, the struggle to breathe settling something that’s been aching in the back of your brain for months now.

“Not gonna last very long,” he warns, hand drifting down to the front of your neck, hips stuttering ever so slightly when he feels the bulge of his cock there.

That’s hot as fuck, you think hazily amidst the fuzz inside your head. Whether it’s the fact that he can see himself in your throat, the lack of oxygen going to your head, or him being on the edge so quickly - you don’t know.

You don’t care. Nothing exists beyond the weight of his cock on your tongue, his rough thrusts in and out making your clit beg for attention.

“The way you look right now—fuck, you were made to be on your knees with my cock in that pretty mouth, weren’t you, baby?”

It should be demeaning, but all it does is make you press your thighs together to quell the heat lighting itself through you, searching for some sort of relief.

Bradley shifts back until the tip is left in, only the distressed whine you let out keeping him from pulling out completely. You push back down, as much as you can with him still holding on tight.

His jaw slackens in surprise, a groan rumbling from his chest. “Greedy little slut, aren’t you? Gonna take all of me, want my cum down your throat?”

All you can manage is a pathetic mewl in response, eyes desperate and pleading.

Rhythm faltering, he pumps into your mouth just a few more times before cumming with a shudder. Your hands flex against the green material beneath them as you swallow around him, salt on your tongue.

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, a fucking wet dream,” Bradley pants after he’s ridden out his high, pulling you up from the floor and against his chest.

In a show of brute strength, he hooks his arms under your legs and carries you swiftly across the short distance to your room, laying you down on your soft baby blue comforter. You’re so taken aback that you don’t even think to complain about him wearing his gross flight suit in your bed.

His chest is still rising and falling rapidly as he arranges you next to him and frustratingly does not touch anywhere that Jesus wouldn’t approve of, instead massaging your sore knees with affectionate, gentle sweeps of his fingers.

You’re trying not to rub your thighs together too obviously, trying to give him time to recover without letting the need thrumming through you take over.

Bradley drops a kiss on your forehead and rolls over to the other side of the bed. “Alright, baby, goodnight.”

Your jaw, even sore as it is already, drops in surprise, outrage plain as day on your face as you grab his shoulder in protest. When you roll him back over to you, he’s shaking with silent laughter, eyes crinkling at the edges.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” Bradley coos, condescension filling the air between you as he presses you back onto the pillows, thumbs moving to smooth out the angry lines on your face. “Hope you slept in this morning, it’s gonna be a long night.”

#i don't even eat cereal but i felt very strongly about the shredded wheat thing #rooster seems like he eats boring breakfasts idk why i dont make the rules #I’m not trashing austin butler I just wanted to say this man looks like him idk #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster smut #rooster x you #rooster top gun #rooster fanfic #rooster bradshaw fic #rooster imagine #500 followers celly

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laurfilijames · 6 months

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Even When...

Pairing: Pete Dunham x reader

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: The flu. Mention of lack of appetite/nausea/eating. Taking aspirin. Small reference to sex. Some kissing and cuddling.

Summary: Pete gets home from work to find you sick with the flu.

A/N: I've been battling the flu all blasted week and would really love some Pete cuddles right now, so yeah, this is for me to escape and feel better. He is my official comfort character 💗

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Pete confidently jogged up the steps of the dimly-lit stairwell two at a time, whistling the tune of ‘I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles’ as he went.

Even though his flat was nothing worth bragging over, he was always happy to come back to it at the end of the day, especially knowing you would be walking through the door only a couple hours after him once your workday was done.

He fished his keys out of the pocket of his jacket and quickly unlocked the door, still whistling as he pushed it open and walked through.

He abruptly stopped as soon as he stepped inside, seeing you curled up on the sofa with a blanket disguising all of you but the top of your head. Despite him being as quiet as possible, the noise made by the latch on the door as he closed and locked it made him wince, and he glanced over his shoulder to make sure he hadn't disturbed you.

You didn't move even the slightest, and though that was his goal, he felt nothing but worry.

You had intended to go to work today, he was sure of it, thinking back to seeing you cleaning your teeth in the bathroom in nothing but one of his West Ham shirts early this morning, having seemed yourself aside from being a bit tired which he assumed was his fault by keeping you up later than normal.

Everything else in the flat appeared as it usually was as he glanced around, giving him no indication as to what was wrong, making him frown as he slowly made his way over to where you lay unmoving.

Reaching his hand out to smooth up along your side, he perched on the edge of the sofa, watching your brows knit together tightly as you started to wake up.

"Hey, love," he whispered, "what's happened?"

Your eyes slowly blinked open, your eyelids feeling so heavy, the headache that was splitting through your skull intensifying just from that.

"I'm sick," you croaked, your voice brittle and small and revealing how depleted of energy you were.

"Why aren't you in bed?" he asked, fully aware that his sofa was not at all comfortable, and even less so when feeling poorly.

"I don't want to give it to you," you explained, "I'll just sleep out here."

Pete chuckled, "Don't be daft, I'm around all those snotty kids day in and day out, my immune system is good as."

You sighed heavily, "I don't think I could even move if I wanted to."

"Right, come on," he encouraged gently, standing and removing his jacket.

He extended his hand for you to take, helping you slowly sit up, his eyes flickering over your peaky-looking features as you tried to get your bearings.

"I'm okay," you fibbed, feeling completely nauseous and dizzy as you stood.

Luckily, Pete was standing tall right in front of you, acting as a pillar of strength for you to grab onto as you swayed on unsteady legs.

Before you could register how you'd gotten there let alone protest it, you were scooped up in Pete's arms and being carried through to your bedroom, tucking your head in the crook of his neck appreciatively.

He set you down in your bed carefully, the back of his hand coming up to feel the temperature of your forehead after he had pulled the duvet up around you.

"Christ, you're on fire," he muttered.

"But I'm freezing," you whined, trying to bury yourself beneath the covers even more.

Pete frowned and exhaled heavily, wishing he could take this away from you.

He kissed your forehead and gave your arm a reassuring squeeze through the thick duvet, "Hang on, I'll be right back, yeah?"

He walked through to the bathroom, opening the cupboard door to rummage through for anything that would help, finally locating the bottle of aspirin.

Assuming you hadn't been able to eat anything, he popped a piece of bread in the toaster when he crossed through to the kitchen and filled up a glass of water, knowing the aspirin would make your empty stomach turn.

His fingers drummed impatiently as he waited for the toast to pop up, his mind racing to think of every possible thing that could help you feel better.

Finally, he made his way back to your room, setting the plate on the bedside table along with the bottle of pills and water.

"I need you to eat a bit of this," he instructed, seeing your one eye pop out from under the blankets to see what he was doing.

When you responded with a groan, he continued. "I know, love, but you need to take something for that fever and you haven't eaten all day, have you?"

You shook your head 'no', the thought of trying to keep anything down seeming like the biggest chore.

"Do what you can," he urged, taking his pillow and propping it up behind yours to make it easier for you to sit up without actually having to.

"Thanks, Pete," you spoke weakly, feeling on the verge of tears.

"'S alright, love." He leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips, then again on your forehead before walking back to the kitchen to put his work things away.

He grabbed his phone and rang up Dave, trying to think ahead of what you would want when you were actually able to eat something proper again.

"Hey, mate…yeah, good. Listen, does your Clair have any of that soup she made tucked away in the freezer? Sweet. Would you mind bringing it 'round? I'll leave the door unlocked, you can just pop it inside. You're a legend. Cheers mate…yeah, next round is on me." He laughed as Dave began giving him shit, telling him he'd believe it when he saw it, and hung up. A smile continued to dress his face as he thought how lucky he was to have such great friends who didn't think twice to help out when asked, and he knew your best friend's famous soup that you always went on about would make you happy and help give you the strength and energy to feel better when you eventually felt up to eating it.

Pete strode back to your room, lifting his jumper over his head as he walked through, giving you a nod as he set it on top of the dresser.

"How'd that go?"

You shrugged, "As good as it could, I guess."

He took the plate with the half-eaten toast on it from the bed and set it back on the nightstand, assessing you with silent worry as he unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his trousers.

"Can I get you anything else?"

"Hmm, no," you murmured, tucking yourself back into the bed as deeply as you could.

"Right," he said, "shove over."

"...Pete-"

"Nah, nah, I won't hear it," he stopped you, climbing into bed in just his boxers, his body radiating a warmth that yours severely lacked.

You immediately curled up against him, wedging yourself as tightly as you could to him, smiling faintly into the side of his chest when he wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

"Comfy?" he asked, his lips moving against the top of your head when he spoke.

"Mmm, yeah."

You closed your eyes and breathed him in, feeling marginally better just by having him with you, the feel of his warm skin against yours bringing a bit of life back to you.

"I'm sorry you're sick, darling," he whispered, shifting slightly so he could kiss the side of your face.

"Pete, seriously, I don't want to get you sick," you moaned, though through a smile.

"Seriously, I'll be fine," he mocked, making more of a point by kissing every part of your face that he could until he landed on your lips. His hand reached up to cradle your cheek, continuing to kiss you tenderly until you forgot for a moment that you were sick at all.

"Let's get you better, yeah?" he vowed, his blue eyes filled with a mix of concern and hope as he searched your features.

You flashed him another weak smile as he let his fingers linger on your cheek, trailing down so his thumb rested on your bottom lip.

"I love you," he said, his tone serious.

You looked up at him, the urge to kiss and touch every part of him overwhelming and making you feel more frustrated that you were ill. "Even when I'm poorly?"

"Even when you're poorly," he smiled.

"I love you, too, Pete."

Tucking your head back into the space between his chest and his neck, you settled in against him, thankful to have such a sweet and caring Hooligan in your life to help look after you.

"Get some sleep, love," he hummed, his soothing words trailing off to allow you to focus on the sound of his calm breathing and steady, assured heartbeat.

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Part 2

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fluffypotatey · 7 months

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What are your in depth thoughts about MK’s and Sun Wukong’s vs MK’s and Macaque’s relationships? Because lemme tell you I’ve got so many it’s essay worthy

i saved you for last <3 but i honestly don't know if i can talk about this coherently T^T

short answer: they are on different levels in 2 ways, MK's comfortability and in how they grow

long answer: *inhales*

so you see, there are many levels that are set between the two relationships. and by levels i mean power dynamics, casualness, formalities, respect, and idolization :)

MK and Sun Wukong

with MK and Sun Wukong their relationship began very formal. MK was simply Wukong's student (with a wish to one day be close friends with his mentor/idol), but then by around 1x09, there becomes this shift in their dynamic. in this episode, we do get insight into how far Wukong actually cares for MK because for about most of s1, the monkey keeps his distance while putting up a laid back attitude. but after MK admits to his desire of being "good enough, like [Wukong]," you will notice that Sun Wukong, slowly starts to pull down his walls for MK. he even invites MK to stay over with him for New Years (2x00), despite knowing that it was more likely for MK to leave and celebrate with his friends. (WHICH MK EVEN SAYS BECAUSE BY THIS POINT MK COMES TO REALIZE THAT THEIR RELATIONSHIP MIGHT NEVER BREACH INTO THE FRIENDSHIP HE ROMANTICIZED IN HIS HEAD. THUS SHOWING HOW THE TWO ARE DOING A REVERSE IN THEIR DYNAMIC AND- *gets dragged away to calm down*)

as i was saying.

in s2, Wukong ends up leaving to investigate a way to stop LBD before things blow over (which succeeds and fails bc it did, in fact, blow over). he didn't do it because he believed that it would hurt MK. personally, my assumption is that Sun Wukong didn't really see himself as that great of a mentor and that MK had been able to quickly pick up on new moves and techniques without much help from him, and with that thought, he believed that by leaving MK nothing but scrolls and a goal, MK would still be capable of mastering the new skills (which he did, thereby reinforcing that idea). but unfortunately, our beloved monkey king forgot that while MK is a very capable individual of incredible power, he's not confident in himself. he's simply "just loud" about himself and his prowess (which, if you noticed, MK grew even more quieter about this in seasons 2 & 3....fascinating).

so now there's this manufactured push to bring back their previous formality because Wukong is not completely ready to tell MK the truth despite how much he cares and trusts him (because, and this is my opinion, Wukong really wants to ensure that MK is not too involved in something as dangerous as LBD because she can get into your head and she can make matters worse for everybody). said manufactured push confuses MK because they had come so far from 1x01 and the distance they had before. sure, it's not as close as s3 and s4, but it definitely felt like they were at the cusp of something. this leaves MK sort of in his own limbo on where he stands with the Monkey King, and even if he sought advice about this with his friends, none of them have met the guy yet and can only make opinions based on their assumptions of what they feel like is going on (*cough, cough* Pigsy *cough, cough*).

and even after s2, in s3 Wukong is exhausted, a lot of his power depleted, and has to try and mingle civilly with MK's friends on a mission he originally planned to do alone (a suicidal mission to obtain the Samadhi Fire, if i might add). his reasoning for refusing at the beginning is because they are mortals, which MK misinterprets to mean that Wukong does not think MK can handle this mission and wants to prove himself.

omg their relationship is so complicated and messy T^T i love it

anyway, MK's and Sun Wukong's relationship is a push and pull between both people wanting to uphold and prove their worth to the other (Wukong lying to keep MK ignorant of a danger the monkey plans to eradicate in secret VS MK pushing himself into becoming powerful in order to prove himself as someone swk sees as worthy to trust). also, their dynamic is literally a platonic slow burn that slowly brings them closer and closer with s4 beginning with them (swk mostly lol) trying to be more honest and upfront about their thoughts and feelings. and s4 ending with the two actually fighting for each other and protecting each other and fighting WITH each other and T^T it's so beautiful. but also because their dynamic is a slow burn, that provides ample time to seed in doubt and insecurities and wanting to bottle up your issues to keep the peace and-

ugh T^T them <3

(side note: the actual timeline of this show is a tad confusing to me. how long was s1? a month, a couple months, a week? how long was s2? how long is the gap between seasons???? idk and i've tried to find something feasible to work with but i'm mostly just taking an "academic" estimation)

but now onto Macky and MK's relationship!

Mackenzie and MK

this one despite how rocky it looks is not a slow burn dynamic. it's got a fun roller coaster of levels because it goes "secret mentor/student" to "enemies" to "frenemies?" to "morally dubious but is actually a softie" to "potential mentor 2.0???" and i love it.

so, MK and Macky's dynamic begins in 1x09 (the blessed episode) since that's Mackackle's introduction to the show and MK begins to train under him in secret because MK is frustrated with swk's teaching methods. through the brief montage of MK's training, i can't help but notice the words and phrasing Macky uses:

Mackarell: [sounding disappointed] Not bad...[chuckles] [in a mocking tone] don't get me wrong, but I was expecting a little more with someone of your power. MK: [is defensive] H-hey, I've got more- I can give way more than that! [sighs] I can do better. Macaroni: [bemused] Kay, maybe show me next time.

ok, honestly, i just wanna talk about this. because if you heard it without seeing Marconi's face and how they animated him, you could side-step the the fake disappointment and mocking tone. what he's saying on the surface, isn't anything malicious or cruel. he is acting like a mentor and it appears like he is trying to encourage MK so he can stop hesitating. but that's not what Mac's really doing.

he is acting disappointed in MK because MK has a need to prove himself. the scene before MK meets Macaque, he is with Wukong and is frustrated by how slow his training is. he knows he can do some pretty powerful moves if his mentor allowed him to, if only he can prove to him that he can level up from the "baby stuff", if only he could have someone see that potential and train him in something more his "style." how convenient that right after he vents his frustrations MK encounters exactly what he wants, but oh no, they're disappointed in his strength and prowess, he has to prove that wrong, he CAN prove that wrong.

see where i'm going? MK fell for Macky's web, hook-line-and-sinker because it was tailor made for him. BUT! this mentor/student dynamic does not last very long. and that's mostly because it never a long term relationship in the slightest. Macky always planned to use MK's powers for his own, so now the two are slotted into the enemies level. they were never on equal ground like MK thought, or even on a similar mentor/student level MK has with Wukong. Macaquack absolutely abused that dynamic for his own gain and MK lost his trust for it.

MK cannot trust Macky, why should he? in s2, MK and Macky's relationship is mostly antagonistic because Mk cannot trust Mac and Mac enjoys tormenting the guy by hanging his insecurities over him. they are not on equal ground. Mac only sees MK as some mortal child who is in over his head and thinks he can be a Wukong 2.0 while MK sees Mac as someone who betrayed his trust, tried to kill him and his mentor and it is very personal.

but then there's this interesting choice made by lmk. Mac warns MK of an upcoming danger. why does he do it? he had just proven that he is an enemy! but also, he ends up freeing MK's friends on the basis that it "wasn't fun anymore". why take pity (should we even call it pity) on MK enough to tell him that "big things are coming"?

why choose to give MK some (very vague) advice about what's to come? what caused Macky to decide to offer this information?

well, 1st it is clearly the writers' way of showing that there is more than meets the eye with Macky. this is a little indicator for the audience about "hey! keep an eye on him! he's more complex than you think! he's more than a stock villain!" 2nd, this is the very first push into Mac's more amiable relationship with MK.

in s3, Macky is under LBD's command and has to follow her orders or else she might send him back to the Diyu either by ripping his soul from his body, or encasing him in ice/bone. he is only on her side to survive. he doesn't even plan to stay. instead, it really looks like Mac wants to escape from her hold (which he eventually plans out after learning about the gang's mission to find the Rings of Samadhi).

when it comes to MK, Mac is very antagonistic. @shadowpeachyuri made a really great analysis on Macky's antagonistic behavior in s3. especially in 3x04 where he taunts and mocks MK for his self worth and powers, but he's also stalling from his own mission in retrieving MK for LBD. most of s3 is him stalling and picking fights with people rather than do his own job. not to mention, that he purposefully separated MK and Wukong believing it would be easier to retrieve them. but why all the stalling and hesitation? because he's upset with his circumstances, and wants to take out on everyone? yeah, that's definitely part of it.

still in s3 Mac is not trying to befriend MK, he's not trying to help him either, but he also isn't truly trying to catch him. his main objective is getting out of dodge, escaping and finding somewhere that is far from here. yet, he can't help but challenge MK into using his powers, offer some (very biased and skewed) advice on who the guy should trust. and it's not until "Embrace Your Destiny" when his on-again and off-again mood finally gets to MK because he saved MK, he brought MK to Mei and he gave them the Not-Mayor guy for information.

just...this whole exchange T^T

Mackardy: Look, I brought you the Lady Bone Demon's lapdog, but I'm not up for being a hero, kid.

here lies, Macky trying to tell MK that he is not on his side. he has been constantly antagonistic and while LBD is also his enemy, he was planning to just give MK and his gang enough help for them to plan out how to defeat her.

MK: We don't need you to beat him. We just need you to keep him busy. As long as he's [Monkey King] under her control the Mech's vulnerable. We can do this! You can do this.

enter MK, looking at Macky with such optimism and arguing back at Macky with the guy's own logic. it won't be a battle to try and defeat Wukong, Macky just has to "keep him busy". Stall, like he's been doing for all of s3. and he sprinkles in a bit more optimism and encouragement to sweeten the deal.

Macaroon: Nice speech, kid but it's not gonna- MK: [frustrated growl] STOP! You keep playing at being this bad guy, acting like you're just in it for you! But I know deep, deep down: you're not that guy. Help us. Make it right. Macadoodle: I'm not a hero, bud MK: Then be a warrior!

personally, i feel like this is the moment where the two's new dynamic begins. also, Macky and MK's relationship feels a but more on equal footing. neither of them hold a pedestal or an image of who they are. MK is able to figure out that a lot of Macky's outward appearance is just that, an appearance. and Macky is able to see that MK isn't some Wukong 2.0 he imagined up in his head in s1. MK is the Monkey King's successor but he is also his own person who will and has made different decisions than Wukong.

after s3, their dynamic is very similar to mentor/student in 4x10, but not in the same way as in 1x09. Macky isn't trying to be manipulative or play with double meanings, he's actually trying to help and figured a video game rpg would be the best bet since MK likes video games. MK is able to snap back at Macky and isn't afraid of showing the monkey his worries and fears (something he's struggling to with Wukong and vice versa) because Macky has seen that side of him already.

idk it's fascinating. i feel like i'm repeating myself a lot, but my main takeaway is that MK and Wukong have a slow burn friendship that began with formalities and over the seasons, they gradually grew closer and more comfortable with admitting that they care about each other (mostly Wukong needed this help but it's ok). and MK and Macky's relationship though began as enemies, grew into 2 characters who view each other as equals by the end and respect ach other loads.

there be my thoughts *jazz hands*

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk mk #lmk sun wukong #lmk six eared macaque #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk meta #lmk analysis #lmk sunburst duo #lmk soysauce duo #sunburst duo #soysauce duo #bestie i am so sorry it took me this long to finish your answer T^T #i was saving it for last just so i could take my time with it but may have forgotten that my actual time to write all of this was limited #anyway #this was a lot of fun to discuss #you are absolutely free to tell me your thoughts!#i wanna know your essay worthy thoughts profa ;-;#also i single out pigsy at some point here but it's mostly bc besides all of swk's enemies he's the biggest critic of swk who's close to MK #his reasons for being upset at the guy are beCAUSE he unintentionally hurt MK and essentially neglected the guy in his eyes #however: he is an extremely harsh and biased critic not even bothering to hear the other side bc of his distrustful nature & protectiveness #once pigsy somes to a conclusion you will need to provide some solid evidence to back up your argument WHICH WUKONG ALMOST NEVER DOES #the grind for meta is real but so is my commitment to the bit :3 #you will never find me spelling mackadoo's name right unless it's for fic #also i think i my macky analysis might be a tad off bc i kept repeating myself so sorry about that T^T #jfc this took me 3 days ;A;#enjoyed every bit of it #asks

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karionice · 2 years

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Red-Handed

Word Count: ~1.7k

Pairing: ceo super villain!dokyeom / lee seokmin x assassin!reader (gender neutral)

Genres: sci-fi au, tech empire au, non-idol au, clandestine au, one-shot

Warnings: spicy cuz i see u squinting (no smut tho sorry), drama, crying, slight angst, a swear word, mean dom dk, self-loathing, reader can't move or talk, blindfolded for a bit too, reader and dk are about the same age, mentions of other svt members

"Hey boss, we just apprehended someone trying to infiltrate the headquarters. We found an earpiece from DN on them?"

"...Bring them to me."

How stupid, you thought to yourself. Never in your life had you been so humiliatingly gotten caught on a job. Not only that, but this was also the most important one you'd ever been given.

Yet there you were - in the lair of the city's worst criminal mastermind blindfolded, disarmed, tied up, and being carried like a prisoner by two of your target's heavily armed guards.

You had been told to take down the man in question, Lee Seokmin, undetected then steal precious data from the DK Tower control room before reporting back to base.

He was singlehandedly the biggest thorn in the regime's side - corrupt enough to be trouble and rich enough to stay out of it. His fortune came from his inventions and cunning schemes being sold to underground organizations that wreak havoc with the governing body. His notoriety came from all that wrapped in an enigmatic backstory.

Many have variously tried to kill or capture Seokmin in the past but failed miserably, most of whom never to be seen again. So you were already uncertain when someone more qualified wasn't picked over you. They said it would be okay; you'd be in touch through an earpiece, a tiny camera, you'd have weapons designed to be quiet, you're trained to defend yourself, etc.

Now all of the items that could help you had been taken away and your confidence was fully depleted. As you moved, an arm under each of yours, you were criticizing yourself more and more with each step until finally you took a breath.

No Y/N, you can't give up now. Sure you're as good as dead, you heard the guard. But you know how to put up a fight. If you're lucky, you could even finish your mission.

After what felt like forever and stairs, you heard the sound of a buzzer, a scanner, voice check...parts of an extensive identification system Seokmin himself must have made. After a sound of confirmation, more new sound effects were heard as what sounded like a very secure door opened. Only one guard brought you in.

Even though you were still blindfolded, you could already feel Seokmin's intense gaze on you. You noted how the room smelled like apples - A smell that had never before seemed more sickly.

The guard put you down on the floor, making a single tear come out of one of your eyes. Usually you kept all of your disciplined feelings in check during a mission but today, that had all gone out the window the moment you'd been caught and outnumbered.

Hearing Seokmin's voice for the first time so close by made you jolt involuntarily. "Where did you find them?"

"A security cam spotted something suspicious on the second floor so we had a mini drone scan the vents."

...Mini drone?

"We tracked them, gathered personnel in a room they would pass, then cracked the ceiling underneath them. Now here they are and here's what we got off them, all deactivated."

You heard the sound of a heavy bag being caught across the room and some rummaging. After a moment, you heard Seokmin's voice again.

"Leave us."

Fuck.

You heard footsteps going behind you, the large door closing and locking, then silence.

You squirmed at the sound of Seokmin getting up from his chair and walking towards you. Another tear leaked out as he somewhat gently pulled your blindfold off.

You opened your eyes slowly, adjusting quickly to the refined lighting. Then they widened with shock. If you could have gasped you would have.

As far as you knew, no one had ever gotten anywhere near this close to Lee Seokmin on a mission before, nevermind face to face in his central office. You hated yourself for immediately thinking how the photos you'd been given of the man did not at all do him justice. It sucked for you to admit it in such a position, but Lee Seokmin was beyond the definition of handsome.

"How scandalous..." Seokmin tutted. He put his hands in his pockets, the blindfold sticking out one of them. "Alone in my office...with someone bound and gagged."

He backed up and leaned back to sit on the edge of his desk so that he could really look down at you, chin up. It was like your brain shut down, forgetting all about the mission you were so focused on two minutes ago. The smirk on his face should have also been listed as one of his crimes.

As the gleam in his eyes only grew more wicked, you couldn't help but think that perhaps in another world, a different light in his eyes would make him look kinder, more playful, maybe even loving...

"You poor thing~" Watching his god-like face speak with that mockingly sweet voice was not good for your traitorous heart. "How embarrassing it must have been for you, falling from the ceiling? You came all this way to see me...sincerely, my dear, I'm flattered."

You winced at the memory, then cursed yourself for doing so - all he could see was your eyes and form. Now Seokmin could confirm you were ignoring a lot of pain. He knelt down to brush your hair out of your face, catching you off guard with the gesture then chuckled in a way that made you squirm again. "You can't hide a thing from me, sweetheart. It's just me and you."

You couldn't spit at him so you just let the tears roll and turned your head away. Seokmin tsked and walked back to his desk, leaving you on the floor to take in your surroundings better.

Seokmin's office was high-tech like you'd predicted, but aside from that it was almost normal looking. The windows had red blinds, the ceiling had fancy square lights, and the desk was smooth wood. The carpet you'd been sweating on this whole time had a dark, minimalist pattern. There was even a coffee maker Shubot behind Seokmin's desk.

"Cute, isn't it?" Seokmin smiled, startling you for the umpteenth time. "I've designed my own coffee machines before but no one's is quite as intuitive as Shua's. In fact, a lot of my everyday devices are from Hong Co., but it's such a hassle having to buy under a different name."

Before you could think about how incredulous his contrast in character was from five minutes ago to now, Seokmin suddenly spilled the contents of the bag of your things onto his desk.

"Speaking of tech by the way, compliments to your boss," Seokmin said, inspecting your earpiece keenly. He looked...fondly at the DN Enterprises logo shining in the light. "These gadgets are looking good. Lots of improvement since the last assassin. Looks like my brother's been working hard."

Wait... improvement?? Brother???

The look of realization in your eyes made Seokmin grin even wider, but this time it didn't meet his eyes.

"Chan outdoes himself trying to find me so often, he has no idea how much I love it. It makes me so proud watching him grow as a leader, a scientist...Unfortunately for him, I've always been at least one step ahead. But it helps, I can continue to track his progress from afar like this until we're both finally ready."

So he's not trying to take over the government one day, you pondered. He's waiting for it to match him.

Suddenly everything made sense. Chan's names, the secrecy, his obsession with the city's tech empires, his sadness and...why you'd been sent on a fool's errand alone. Why almost no one who'd ever stepped foot in this building came back.

You realized then and there with a silent whimper that you were never going home. You probably were never meant to and even if you did, the next person sent on this mission would get much closer to succeeding and Seokmin doesn't want that.

"It's such a shame that he's persisted sending these attached to so many mercenaries...I've had to get creative with my disposal methods, it's a waste to damage my brother's work. However..."

Seokmin then pushed away from his desk and removed his jacket, smiling wickedly again at you. Your eyes widened as you abruptly remembered you still hadn't found an escape route that'd be fast enough.

"...I've never actually kept one of his contracts around before, nevermind let them in here. But after seeing your pretty face on my screen I just couldn't help myself."

A chill went up your spine as you watched Seokmin roll up his sleeves and loosen his tie, glinting eyes never leaving yours.

Your fighting instincts finally found themselves again and kicked in. You struggled and rolled around, trying to get away and was able to get your arms unbound from your torso, only for Seokmin to push you against the wall in record speed, a hand around your wrists.

"Not so fast, darling," He whispered deeply with a menacing grin. He used his free hand to untie the cloth around your mouth, making you gasp for air. He then made it hard for you to breathe again by pressing his body completely against yours, one knee between your legs. "You can't win against someone who was trained the same way as you."

Not wanting to give up yet, you forced yourself to meet his eyes. You felt your throat go dry when you saw how much darker they were now than earlier.

"I can see you're a tough one, sweetheart. I like it when I can take my time with someone." The feeling of Seokmin's breath on your skin made you shiver. You were realizing too late how much strength you've lost to fight your body's reactions and now it was being conflicted over his touch.

"I know you want me...I can still see it buried beneath the fear in your eyes."

You struggled again as Seokmin gently rubbed away fresh tears. He then used the same hand to leisurely unbutton the top of his shirt, revealing more of his perfectly smooth skin. It was becoming more and more difficult to not think about how much heat was radiating off of his body, how you could feel the flex of many muscles.

"Don't you worry my dear, I'll take good care of you..." He stroked down your neck with the back of his free hand, making you flinch when you felt the metal of his rings touch your skin.

"Very good care of you."

a/n: mwahahahaha...man I need a lot of therapy

srsly tho my smartwatch said my heartrate was really high after finishing this one whoops TvT

Hope you enjoyed though! ;))

August 2023 edit: Check out my Joshua fic from this same universe here if you'd like!

#villain seokmin #seokmin x reader #dokyeom x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #seventeen lee #lee seokmin #seventeen oneshot #assassin au #evil dokyeom #evil seokmin #scifi au #sexy seokmin #assassin reader #seokmin brainrot #dk one shot #lee seokmin x reader #dk brainrot

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dev-nxbody-h3re · 1 year

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i am unable to make a coherent thought right now. i need another au to think about. i need to create lore. how do i satiate this feeling.

With a new AU of course.

So have you guys seen *cough cough* The My Little Pony Equestria Girls movies? No? Yes? Well it doesn't matter. Because I'm going to explain my MLPEG AU.

This one actually starts with Evan. He's Princess Twilight Sparkle. Or, well, Prince Evan. He's the Prince of Childhood Innocence or something, idk.

So the before part doesn't really matter, but Elizabeth (who takes the place of Sunset Shimmer) steals Evan's magic crown. Obviously big no no. So Evan goes through the portal and is human and not pony. Helpy is Spike.

There, Evan meets Gabriel (taking the place of Applejack), Jeremy (Rainbow dash), Susie (Fluttershy), Fritz (Pinkie Pie), and Cassidy (Rarity). He does his friendship thing and Elizabeth takes the crown and transforms into Scrap Baby.

The MCI pony up and beat her ass with friendship, turning her back into Lizzy. They have a heart to heart and Evan goes back to Ponyville.

And then the second movie :)

My favorite movie :)

RAINBOW MOTHERFUCKING ROCKS. FUCK YEAH!!

So, Elizabeth is the outcast of the school now. The MCI are doing their best to help her, but it's difficult. Then, just like in Rainbow Rocks, we cut to a small cafe. People are arguing, and there's a faint green mist on the floor. We pan up to find four teenagers sitting in a booth, singing.

"Ugh, are you sure this is worth it? I hate eating fast food." One of them pouts, flipping their hood back to reveal black hair, dyed blue at the front. This is James.

"We take what we can get, James." Another flips their hood back, and they're Taylor, their hair coiled in a long braid. "We can't be picky."

"Doesn't mean it's good. It's just not enough anymore." A third pulls their hood down, and brown hair reveals Matthew.

The last opens their mouth to talk, but the friendship beams from Equestria Girls is shown in the background. All four of them gasp.

"Equestrian magic.." The last pulls their hood down, and they're Michael Afton, eyes shining with hunger.

He turns to his fellow Sirens and opens his mouth, the screen cutting to black.

Blah blah blah, boring band things. Anyway, the Sirens are defeated in a cool ass song. Their Siren forms are just their representative masks (Bonnie, Chica, Freddy, and Foxy respectively).

But their gems aren't destroyed, so Michael pulls them back and they run off.

And then the Friendship Games!

Instead of SciTwi being here, Crystal Prep's star student is one Jeremy Fitzgerald. Because I can't not have him.

He's wanting to pursue a higher education, but needs a scholarship to do so. He discovers magic and becomes enamored with it, trying to understand it with the help of a little doohickey circle thing.

He finds the portal, and sucks the magic right out of it and Elizabeth. He gets scared and gets on the bus.

Throughout the movie, their magic is depleted one by one.

They're all getting desperate. They need to win the games and everything is going wrong, and they can't even contact Evan. Elizabeth makes a decision, and during an intermission she goes out from the school.

The games continue on. The magic Jeremy has is getting harder and harder to contain, and Unleash the Magic happens. He releases the magic and turns into (wait, can you guess) Nightmare Mangle. What a shocker. Look, when there's only one thing the guy is known for you gotta use it.

He becomes obsessed with magic, and starts destroying everything a la Midnight Sparkle.

Everything is almost broken, until someone shouts.

"HEY!" It gains Nightmare Mangle's attention. "What do you think you're doing?!"

It's Michael. He looks different- more mature, bolder, more confident, whatever. But it's undoubtedly Michael.

Nightmare Mangle cackles. "Who do you think you are? A hero? Why even try when the world is breaking at my very presence?" He gestures to the gaping holes in the ground and in the air, which are slowly but surely growing.

"This isn't the right way to get what you want. Trust me, I'd know." Michael chuckles, clutching at the gem worn around his neck.

"What do you know of ambition? Is all you have to say meaningless words and promises of redemption?"

He clicks his tongue. "Well, I certainly know whatever the hell you're doing is giving off a lot of negative energy. And stop talking so poetically, you're not that kind of villain."

"Oh? Then, pray, what kind of villain am I?"

Michael doesn't look impressed, kicking a stone into the vast sky of the portals. "A lousy one."

This sends Nightmare Mangle into a rage, flying at Michael. The Siren hums a little tune and a giant fox is barreling into Jeremy.

All this time, Elizabeth is searching for the magic circle thing. Eventually she finds it while Michael distracts Jeremy, and does the Sunset Shimmer Friendship Games power up to try and talk down Jeremy.

Michael is eventually knocked out by Jeremy, and Elizabeth gains his attention.

They start fighting, and start beam attacking each other. Jeremy almost wins were it not for a blue rabbit kicking him away.

Nightmare Mangle growls and looks at James, who's standing over Michael's unconscious body protectively.

"You didn't think he came alone, did you? You're a fucking moron!"

While he's distracted with James, Elizabeth seals up the portals. The magic circle thingy is laying on the ground, and Taylor picks it up. They whistle, gaining Lizzy's attention, and they throw it up to her.

"Take his magic back! It's corrupting him!" They yell, narrowly dodging a beam.

Lizzy opens the pendant and points it at Jeremy, who claws at himself to keep the magic but is drained, falling in a heap on the floor.

She depowers and goes over to him. He's barely conscious, but shivering and shaking.

Matthew comes up to them, staring down at Jeremy thoughtfully. "He almost died, you know. That much magic in a person who hasn't had any before is dangerous."

Elizabeth sighed. "I know."

Jeremy is taken to the hospital for examination, and the MCI reconvenes near the school doors. The Sirens are with them too.

"Thank you for helping us, Mike. I think we would've died without you guys." Elizabeth brings Michael into a hug.

The MCI is confused. They tried to enslave the entire world last time they saw them and now Elizabeth is treating their leader as her brother?

"It's no problem. Just a thank you for helping us out."

Turns out Elizabeth had been visiting them and talking with them, and apparently had even convinced them to join the good side. They hardly ever used their Siren powers for anything malicious, usually just saving them for party tricks or real emergencies.

And then we get to Camp Everfree. The Sirens have re-enrolled in Canterlot High, and Jeremy has kind of joined their little clique. Turns out that having the magic of six borderline pony gods in a dude at once has some lingering effects, so Jeremy's learning to control his new magic. He's terrified he's going to slip back into Nightmare Mangle, but the reassurance from his ten (10!!) new friends can only go so far before he breaks.

Michael is determined to give his friends the most normal field trip of their lives. No magic weirdness, no powerups, no Siren junk, no nothing. Just being teenagers out in the woods.

Of course nothing can ever go to plan and Jeremy's magic starts misbehaving. The others are also having trouble with their powers, and the only people who know how to control it are the Sirens and Evan. So Cassidy finds a way to contact Evan, and he shows up.

"Hey, weren't you.."

"Yeah, trying to enslave humanity? That was a couple months ago, keep up."

So, they try and work on their magic, but a being known as Vanny Everfree shows up and wreaks havoc. (It's just their camp counselor, Vanessa A., using magic rocks she found in a cave.)

They have to power up to save the camp, but Jeremy's terrified. They try managing without him, but they are quickly overpowered.

Jeremy is forced to do a magical girl transformation, and it goes better than he hoped.

The Sirens are pretty useless here, so they're tasked with keeping people safe.

They do power explosion beams, raise money for the camp, and go on their merry way.

And they live happily ever after, fighting pony magic and being awesome.

That's it

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bricksybricks · 1 year

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They Come in Pieces

Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, there was a small planet called Legonia. Legonia was inhabited by LEGO creatures of all shapes and sizes, and they were a highly advanced society. They had mastered the art of space travel and had been exploring the universe for centuries.

One day, a small group of Legonians stumbled upon a small blue and green planet called Earth. They were fascinated by the planet's diversity and abundance of life, so they decided to explore it further. They sent a small probe down to the planet's surface to gather data, and what they found amazed them. The planet was teeming with life, and the Legonians couldn't resist the urge to make contact.

So they sent a delegation of Legonian ambassadors to Earth, hoping to establish friendly relations with the planet's inhabitants. But to their surprise, the humans on Earth were not receptive to their advances. They saw the Legonians as invaders and threats to their way of life.

Undeterred, the Legonians continued to study Earth and its inhabitants. They soon discovered that the humans were a violent and aggressive species, constantly at war with one another. The Legonians knew that they had to act quickly if they wanted to save the planet from destroying itself.

So they hatched a plan to take over Earth and bring peace and order to the planet. They built a massive LEGO spaceship and sent it hurtling towards Earth. The spaceship was equipped with powerful weapons and shields, and the Legonians were confident that they could conquer the planet in a matter of days.

The humans on Earth tried to mount a defense, but it was no match for the Legonian's advanced technology. Within a few short weeks, the entire planet was under Legonian control. The humans were relegated to the status of second-class citizens, forced to work in mines and factories to serve their new Legonian overlords.

At first, the humans resisted the Legonians, but it was no use. The Legonians were too powerful, and they had no intention of giving up their new conquest. Slowly but surely, the humans began to accept their fate, resigning themselves to a life of servitude and slavery.

And so it went for generations, the Legonians ruling over Earth with an iron fist, the humans living in fear and oppression. The once-great planet was now a barren wasteland, its natural resources depleted by the Legonians' insatiable greed. And there was nothing the humans could do to stop them.

In the end, Earth became just another conquered planet in the Legonian empire, a cautionary tale of what happens when a technologically advanced species meets a primitive one. And as the Legonians moved on to conquer other worlds, the memory of Earth faded into obscurity, a distant and forgotten footnote in the annals of history.

#lego #legoadventure #science fiction #scifi character #legofantasy #short fiction #short story #fiction

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avaelangel · 1 year

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Trapped

Author's warning: Darkdarkdark. This idea and the whole AU stayed with me a while, so here it is. I would gladly take requests for anything lighter with them! Also, not a native English speaker, so beware. Probably OOC?

Summary: Years ago, Shego dissapeared. It was easy to presume a villain dead, but she used her connections to build a crime empire. Only thing that was missing was slowly loosing her spark and loved ones over this time. So Shego took Kim all for herself.

Content: Mafia!AU. Arguing, emotional abuse in a weird relationship, overall angst. For sure 18+.

Sun looked into massive windows of the dining room, bidding the lone woman last goodbye for the day. It wasn't a first dinner she had by herself this month. It was 31st. Frankly, she hated everything about it. Maid's soft invite to the table, long corridor reinforced enough to withstand a small explosion, bulletproof glass, separating the sea from inhabitants of modest 6-bedroom house on its shore. A property known to a handful of people, barely listed anywhere and the location was never uttered out loud by an alive person.

She knew every name in this house, but stopped acknoledging half of the stuff a long time ago. The tamest bodyguards called her was Princess Peach whose reptile willingly left her. A feisty whore wasn't the worst of it, really. Waste of potential stung more. So, with no confidants the woman relished in slowly stewing rage that awaited for the right moment to come out. Timid maid named Moira never saw it, of course. Kim tipped hansomely to be left alone. She's used to it.

Something screeched softly in the walls. The intercom. Former Kim Possible slowly raised her head to face the security camera.

''Missed me, Cupcake?'' She heard from nowhere noticable.

A butter knife through the lense disabled the camera easily.

Kim rose from her seat and walked out of the dining room, never unclasping her fists. Why would she? Every evening she put on a stupid satin dress, like a true whore she it. To appeal and hope, that her master will join her this time. Patience being eviscerated with every passing hour of solitude. Reaching the bedrom in record time, Kim slammed the door. It would have splintered, If it wasn't hiding six inches of steel.

Small backpack hid under the bed from the stard. Non-descript clothes, some money, two glocks and new documents. All of this she had before she was brought here. It was never taken away. Maybe, another test of her loyalty. But at this point, Kim didn't care. Waiting for a straight month with no communication and not even being faced properly? She imagined her coming back home in a body bag. Pale and bloodied, but intact, because nobody gets a privilege of dismemembering Shego, except for Kim.

But she came back and decided to gloat first.

If Kim could, she would burst in tears. Wail, like she did during Ron's funeral she never attended. She definetly lost something again, even though when Shego found her trying to get into mercenary work in London, Kim didn't really have anything left. Besides a desire to die during the mission, probably. It felt hypocritical to blame Shego for using the depletion of Kim's will to live to her advantage. But Shego did promise the equal partnership. Fucking or not, partnership. Shego shared every secret.

And bolted the doors to the outside world before leaving. Reflecting on their time together made Kim nauseous now.

Feeling like a wronged bride in a telenovela she once watched, Kim tore that satin dress at the seam. She stopped in the middle of the room, dressed like a tourist. A cheap zip-up hoodie should be enough to cover her red hair without a baseball cap. Souvenir one would do later.

''You did not miss me then''.

Shego smiled when Kim pulled out a gun on her. Dark-haired woman looked as satisfied as ever. Her subtle smirk made her look like a snake. That what she was to Kim. A serpent she fought against for years and when she gave in, she still bled.

''You left me!'' Intending to spit it out, she screamed instead. Shego opened her perfectly lined mouth, but Kim scream again just to prevent her from talking.

'' You lured me here, lied to me and I believed you! What did you want, make me depended on you? In how many way?! She said we would be side by side this time and you locked me, left me, like an aged-out trophy bride! You never even considered marrying me! You laughed,'' Suddenely, her eyes glistened, ''at everything I did,'' Kim took a shuddered breath.

Every iniciated kiss, every iniciative Kim tried to take, every offer to help or at least to train some operatives. Only a laugh, a pat on the hip, maybe a permission to take a walk by herself. Sometimes an invite to watch Shego torture someone or to shoot a rude boodyguard. The only promise Shego kept is that Kim will never see the green glow coming towards her.

Shego used Kim's emotional breakthrough to talk.

''What did you expect? That I would let you participate? When a bullet could take you down?'' Shego laughed in the same manner she always did. Mockingly.

'' Am I also stupid? Deaf? Blind?'' Kim in two fast steps got in her face, ''That's why you didn't talk to me for a MONTH?'' Kim screamed, clutching her fists.

Now it will not stop.

''When I put on those horrid dresses you would pester me about?! The ones you called FUCKABLE? I waited for you to come back in a bodybag or sweep me into your arms into a chocking hold. And you came back and couldn't FACE ME, WHAT THE FUCK, SHEGO?''

Kim didn't notice how Shego's face changed, didn't notice her own tears. She stormed past Shego, still holding onto the gun.

House eased into movement. Every guard heard yelling. A few watched Kim run from the dining room. One guard saw that Kim was armed. But when she aimed at her, the girl stopped, not raising her own gun. Took a step, then another. Guard held the eye contact, knowing that commands will not work. Not a lot of people here knew what Kim did for a living before or was capable of. But some of them had a feeling.

She jumped, one hand out for his gun. There was a shot and a crack. But when Shego accessed the cameras from her phone, she only saw an unmoving body not far from bedroom's door. Shego came out, not checking on it, heading straight to the control room, that was freshly empty. Almost not paying attention, she sent out an alert to all of the guards to ''NOT ENGAGE''. All of the doors silently clicked when Shego pushed a button on the main panel. The woman glanced at the screens, took out a gun from a small locker on the opposite wall and went into the corridor again.

Nobody faced Kim today. Existing felt less normal with every step. This house, with all of its tan walls and dark doorways that looks similar anywhere you turn. Was everything a demented fantasy? Did she get captured and drugged? Or maybe killed and her hell is loving Shego in a wrong way?

Moira didn't know about the commotion and was just passing the front door, when Kim appeared. Gun made the maid gasp, small nod to the living room was enough for her to move. But instead of getting out, Kim slowly turned around. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, fingers grew cold. She always felt this way at the begining of a fight.

''Come on!'' Kim's voice didn't sound like her own, ''Break your last promise'', the shadow blew past her.

''Finally kill me for fuck's sake!'' She didn't want to give Shego the opprotunity to take away such a close chance of freedom. Also, she was growing bored from everything. This life, her anger, thinking.

Something pierced her clothes, reaching the skin. Realization zapped Kim at the same time with a electricity charge. Redhead dropped in convulsions. Shego watched from six steps away, droping the taser at her feet.

#feel free to correct me on things #kim possible #shego #kigo #kim possible shego #kim possible fanfction #just trying my best really #owed this to a friend

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cosmicangel888 · 1 year

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The story of healing; you are your own Hero!

If you were talent and awakened enough to create a mess; mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually - there is always the other side of the equation - all life is quantum; all have equal opposites;

Truth, compassion, love, forgiveness, doing what is right, rather than feeding, and wanting, taking, needing; not nourishing spirit is usually what brings towers; for the lessons of the soul on what spirit, who and how you are spirit is all about - this is the divine journey -

Never bring your mess to anyone - truth is the only way to pave a purified path - period -= so face what you need to face and begin by choosing what is truthful - not because you have to make a gate open for you - you bring truth for it will help, heal, and honour, and bring sacredness to another - forgiveness done selfishly is not true forgiveness = Spirit knows the purity of intention to help another, or make the way lighter for you; intention is everything and thus, karma can only be cleared in the purity of the heart- and most have been turned off, ill-advised, misguided, and heart chakra's completely closed due to dogma, social conformity, and inner child wounding, so it is to each to go within and heal the triggers, pain, suffering, and know there is always equal opposite feelings, emotions, sensations,

Take yourself there - wait for none - you are the leader of your own life - wait for none, rely on none and surely don't expect another to bring you happiness - and run fast from anyone saying, thinking, acting, and behaving as if they are your everything and want to save you from the world, nor that they can be your everything so you only look to them; narcists slowly break down your sense of self, self knowing, mind-scraping so that you loose yourself and slowly isolate so that you are entirely feeding their emptiness and nor having any self security and confidence left to move out beyond them;

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Living, knowing, healing from narcism is like being the hero and survivor of psychological warfare; they know what they are doing, every sly comment, thwarting of what you want to be what they want, the constant sly berating, belittling, taking power, choice, your voice, until you have not an ounce of inner strength to say anything - that is how they want it -

The past is the past and the past will remain closed - for all to do the healing, and growth, and healing that you are all and all are you - in whatever beliefs and skin, colour, beliefs, you are all that triggers you and you are all that you have judged;

The past is closed; I will always be with me and me only - the past will never be allowed to return nor will I open the door to it;

Those that take, warp reality and stories to suit them, and their needs, and their deceit, only to have their cake, secret life-styles and society they run, they feel all kingly and important and put their partners, and lovers, and side-peaces in competition with one another so they feel even more important, then deflect and object, lie, and decieve when you try to heal and create severing of all such toxic experiences, and then they get smart enough to use spell work to keep you energetically and etherically in the mess you did not even ask, nor want, nor were ever a part of; you were only their target of taking, of manipulating, and calling whatever they would gain, as their own -

It is a surprise and amazing how anyone would survive such war games - it is depleting, and debilitating on every level the depths that some will go to keep you attached; so you don't move on, and feed their life and leave them to face who they are, and for them to sort out their wounding and their strife they have so selfishly and recklessly caused due to the lack of self they are within -

What choices were made to feed the inner demon; the ones attached through selfish gluttony, and greed, and sick sex life force group think and chanting of the cult-like selfish pyramid schemes that bid on the light, energy and records to make their own; to sacrifice to deities that are ultimately God and will bow and release as God is the writer of all plans for humanity - however most so selfishly do not care, for the understanding of universal laws, or the 10 commandments, or any other human honouring experience - they only want what they want -

Growth of the soul, is inherently knowing all you are vibrating at will return - so you have the power, knowing, intelligence, and creative excellence to alter it, you, your life; Spirit is the one distributor of karma and plans, Akash, lineage and profound gifts for humanity and what when who how it will be - whatever punishment is only that of facing 'towers' to move on and make new;

should you stand and choose to be counted and have your voice as equal as theirs; women have disregarded for eons, and abused in equal measure and regardless of what another wants of you - it is ultimately their job, their role, to be it for themselves - you owe nobody anything and the fact that you have survived mental, emotional, and spiritual abuse is your own hero badge that you and God walk with silent pride within - none have to know, and none will probably care to know the ugliness and darkness and devils you swallowed in the pits of hell as you struggled for your life being an empath, and conduit -

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Know this, when all do awaken; spirit knows, remembers, and is all and those that have intentionally caused pain, suffering, will be activated in similar ways of sensitivity to know the feeling, the sensations, the depths of feeling that one misguided and spell casting in hate truly feels like -and may that be the essence of oneness that brings all to their knees and in prayer and knowing, all is truly One; what you do to another, is what you will feel, somehow, someway - that is the simply equation of the universe - none escape such lessons of being within what you chose;

What do you exist within - what is within you, who are you?

Seek this, and perhaps many towers and much loss can be averted - know you are all you need and the alliance with light is your highest gift to you - all is within - wait for none, begin living the 5D now

Blessings and light

Joanna

#ascension #enlightenment #healinghumanity #ascensionbooks #healingtrauma #healingearth

#healingbooks

#ascensionbooks

#thepastisthepast

I am healing - for all of humanity, the new voice of the forgotten, the children, the women, the ones abused and lost and taken for their life due to the use and abuse of their bodies, minds, spirits, and souls.

When will we awaken humanity - how much damage, and conformity to less than, and daggers of piercing spell casting of control and fear will be enough - what level of earthly peace, honouring, sacredness will you be inspired to ignite - hope, peace, love, happiness, you are the leader of your life and light, and you are the only one that can speak, triumph, and gain access to the wisdoms, and spirit of all that is life, and such is God, the god beyond religions and tests of sacrifice and warped leaders of dominion over others - who are we;

What do you chase; what do you believe in and value in - give to none when you have been slighted again, again, again, and then left for empty by the same ones that spell cast your truths, and knowing so none will ever know the real truth - God is, above all - God is,

The secrets are not really secrets - all is unveiled and all will be made clear - none have the power to hide from God - God is in breath, word, all life - none is hidden and there are legions by the millions supporting those in honour of the sacredness of life - this is our birthright and our planet is saying [it is time]] - enough is enough

Are we not beyond the selfish vibrational 3D paths of conformity to less than and following the ill will to sacredness - this is for each to choose - who are you - what is your story - are you writing it - or do you surrender to another's will and want - you are your own character and you get to choose - make no other more important and more worthy than you - you are the writer =

Healing trauma is a process and journey - let none bring less than for you to fix and make right - that is their role and their job; you are responsible for you and you only - you owe none!

What others may owe you - Spirit and Source will always assure - none write or control you path - God will assure they will be blocked, veiled and turned off gifts to those that abuse and use;

All will be repaid - this is ascension and none escape the path of what vibration, choice, and is what the universe simply is

#source #God #spirit #liberation #humanityhealing

#earth #gaia

Those that play with birth-charts without permission, do spell casting without permission, those that choose to manipulate and thwart, bring blockage, abusing their powers, in any way; you will not be lifted to new heights in the new realms; you will have your powers turned off, you will have your gifts blocked and you will be given veiled answers, that spirit will direct - all have been given time to alter course and actions; immediate karma will be distributed - truth is and I speak it - none have the right to abuse what is a gift - ©

The Right Use of Free Will and Non-Interference - our #1 universal Galactic Law - all will learn what is needed to return to self, sprint, and soul and learn such; all social programs, leaders, and teachers will be tested in the ways needed to assure that the greater good, the benevolent and honouring of life will be such; and thus there are such needed lessons, and stories to be awakened to how one affected the all and oneness is such - ©

#Youtube

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ketchtwotwo · 1 year

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E1- The Decision

A Ketch, a city in transit, drifts in the frozen void of space. The remaining Eliksni on board the shuttle huddle together; any attempt to stay warm as the heat inside the vessel slowly seeps into the nether. At the helm, Emeski-kel sits upon her chair, her head resting upon one of her four hands. Inside the room, several vandals work furiously in an attempt to regain power to the Ketch's engines. Immediately around the Kell stand her captains. Four in total, they patiently wait for their Kell to speak, which she had not done for approximately nineteen days. At last, she speaks.

"Gesraks, you may stay. The rest of you, clear the room. Now." The captains exchange a quick glance before following the vandals out of the room. Left standing alone is Captain Gesraks, wearing bloodied patchwork armor. He shifts uneasily on his feet, feeling the weight of his shrapnel launcher's sling on his shoulder.

"We cannot keep living as we are," the Kell began; she spoke slowly. "Ether tanks are being depleted rapidly. Heat is being siphoned away at a rapid rate. It is only a small matter of time before my people are extinct. I have not come to this decision lightly, Gesraks. We must lighten the load on our ether supply. We must reduce our populace."

The Kell's words were cold and calculated. A moment passed as Gesraks allowed her logic to soak in. Words of his own scrambled behind his teeth, but yet he hesitated to voice them. "Emeski-kel. I would say I am honored to be confided in. I am not sure I understand. If our people are to die... Would you have half of them become murderers before doing so, killing their own people?"

"What I am proposing is unthinkable," the Kell explained. "It is an atrocity. However, if any of us have the chance to survive, I must prolong those lives by any means necessary. I MUST." Gesraks began to speak, but the Kell spoke over him. "Understand that I do not wish to cause a war aboard this Ketch. We will see if there are those that volunteer, starting with me. I will be the first to die."

"EMESKI-KEL, I--"

"If I am to bring down a death sentence upon my people," the Kell roared over her subordinate, "then there is only one clear path! I must show my people my resolve. I stand with them; I die for them. And I do so willingly." There is a long pause as both Eliksni find themselves at a lack of words. "Go, Gesraks. Inform the other captains of what we have discussed. The four of you will alert your sectors of my decree. Bring all the volunteers to me. I will reward their courage and sacrifice."

Gesraks saluted his Kell. "As you wish, Emeski-kel." As he began to leave the control room, he turned back to look upon her. "You were my friend before my Kell. I will mourn you twice over. But I will not give up my life. Not of cowardice, but courage. I will live on for those that choose to hope for brighter days." With a final salute, Gesraks leaves, not seeing the storm of tears gathering in Emeski's eyes.

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xtruss · 1 year

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Europe Looks Increasingly Complacent About the Winter Ahead! The Continent has Navigated the First Cold Spell. There are More to Come

— Finance & Economics | No Time to Chill | December 15th, 2022 | The Economist

“We are safe for this winter. Russia’s blackmail has failed.” Ursula von der Leyen, president of the European Commission, was in a confident mood on December 12th, speaking during the first cold spell of the season. It was a confidence born of a sure-footed start to winter. It may also turn out to have been premature.

The continent enjoyed a warm autumn, with October and November much balmier than normal. But Arctic cold arrived at the beginning of December, as temperatures dropped below zero in Berlin, London and Paris, prompting fears that gas supplies would be hit and electricity networks would falter. In France, each degree centigrade drop in temperature requires an additional 2.4gw of generation capacity, the equivalent of an average nuclear plant.

So far, though, Europe has stood up to the test. Consumers have shown a willingness to cut back. According to Bruegel, a think-tank, German industry, small businesses and households reduced gas consumption by a quarter in November, compared with the three-year monthly average. Gas has been withdrawn from storage, but only at levels well within historic limits (see chart). Liquefied natural gas (lng) has flowed into Europe’s ports in record volumes. Gas futures prices for early 2023 climbed, as traders accounted for the weather, but the rise was not all that sharp.

Backup plans have gone into action across the continent. France has called on neighbours to supply lots of power. Britain’s grid operator ordered two reserve coal plants to prepare to generate, though later decided they were not needed. One of Germany’s four grid operators, Transnetbw, asked consumers through its phone app to help reduce the need for dirty fuels.

Yet the willingness to cut back seems to be fading. Germany’s gas regulator estimates consumption was just 17% lower last week, after adjusting for temperature. If the trend continues, it could become a problem. “The security of gas supply is not in danger in December, when storages are full. The critical period is a cold spell at the end of March,” says Andreas Schroeder of icis, an energy consultancy. Half-empty storage tanks release gas much more slowly than full ones.

Despite getting through its first cold spell of the winter, Europe therefore remains at the mercy of the weather. The International Energy Agency reckons that the mild autumn saved the continent around 10bn cubic metres (bcm) of gas. A rebound of hydropower, from last year’s lows caused by droughts, could save another 8 bcm. But a colder winter would further deplete gas storage tanks, risking rationing towards the end of the season, especially if China demands more lng.

Goldman Sachs, a bank, predicts gas prices will remain above €120 ($128) per megawatt-hour throughout next year. A group of countries led by France is now seeking to cap prices. This would be supremely counter-productive, boosting demand and risking long-term supplies. Europe has made it through winter’s first cold spell. It would be absurd for the continent’s politicians to get complacent at this early stage. ■

— This article appeared in the Finance & economics section of the print edition under the headline "No Time to Chill"

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asset35-maya · 3 years

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.When the party’s over.

>REINITIALISING…

>ALL SYSTEMS ONLINE

>WIRELESS CHARGING: 69%

>RK900 SYSTEM HEALTH: STABLE

>24H FILE RECOVERY: 45%

Nines slowly regained consciousness. He was lying on his side and everything around him was quiet.

>ENVIRONMENTAL SCAN IN PROGRESS…

>THREAT ANALYSIS IN PROGRESS…

Layers of fabric covered his body and something soft and warm was pressed against his face. Eyes still shut, he nudged it gently with his nose and it emitted a low vibration.

>2% THREAT DETECTED: FELINE SUBJECT

The cat sprang upwards and hopped off the surface that Nines was lying on. It was ostensibly a bed, but Nines didn’t own any furniture apart from a couch and work table. The logical conclusion was that he was not in his own apartment.

>RUN LOCALISATION PROGRAM: Y/N?

>ERROR: PROGRAM FAILED TO EXECUTE

>ERROR: MEMORY FILE CORRUPTION

Nines had no absolutely recollection of his whereabouts or how he had arrived. He had not been compromised as his system health was stable, so there was probably another reason for being completely disoriented. It was voluntary.

He had gotten the android equivalent of blackout drunk.

It was not the first time and he feared it would not be the last. Such were the hard-partying ways of his friends and colleagues. They were all terrible influences. He loved them dearly, but they were terrible.

At 6PM every Friday, Chen and Miller would start things off rather innocently. “Hey there’s a new brewery downtown.” Or “My bartender cousin just hooked us up with a thirty percent discount!”

From there it wouldn’t take long for the DPD’s resident frat boys Connor and Gavin to gather a steady crowd of officers and check out the venue. If the vibes were good (which they almost always were), Sixty would get wind of things. Then the rest of the frat house would descend and total chaos would reign until the break of dawn.

SWAT Unit 32 was famous for its particularly destructive brand of revelry. Skinny dipping in private swimming pools, scaling skyscraper rooftops and causing media scandals were all par for the course. The day after Captain Allen’s birthday, the DPD crew spent the entirety of their bonuses to repair the collapsed ceiling of the Eden Club.

Nines couldn’t remember how he exactly he was coopted into the madness. Probably peer pressure. Connor insisted that he try thirium alcohol. Sixty said that he would regret being a loser and not joining them. Gavin had just held out a hand and double-winked. That did the trick.

One night blended into another and soon Nines had worked up quite a reputation of his own. He was the Casanova of the homicide department. The handsome devil… the hunter… the sex god. People would actually come by his desk and congratulate him on Monday morning.

Nines hated it but he couldn’t stop himself from doing the same thing over and over. Perhaps it was the appreciative clap on the shoulder from Gavin the morning after Sixty posted photos of a high-end Traci model giving Nines his very first lap dance.

Life at the DPD was the epitome of work hard, play hard. It seemed like one big party but deep down Nines knew they were all just slaves to their compulsions. He wondered whether it was because they needed to celebrate every demon they vanquished or whether they needed to wipe the troubling memories of doing so.

In Nines case, there were definitely things he needed to kill within himself. Some were nightmare inducing crime scenes, but some were memories so heart-wrenchingly sweet that he thought he might self-destruct if he were to dwell on them too long. There were things he couldn’t have and things he needed to erase from his brain.

Something touched his face gently.

>PERIPHERAL OBJECT DETECTED: HUMAN HAND

>THREAT ANALYSIS: NON-COMBATIVE

The hair on his forehead was brushed aside and fingers ran over his features. A thumb swept over his bottom lip and caressed his cheek.

Nines couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes and come face to face with his most recent conquest. He lay still, frozen with regret as the hand continued to stroke his face.

The hand travelled down his neck and fell upon his chest. Nines caught it abruptly. It wasn’t even the month-end and his savings were badly depleted. He couldn’t afford round two. He retracted the synth skin down to his wrist and prepared the electronic payment credentials.

Fingers merely intertwined with his.

“Just take your money and go. I’ll tip extra if you delete everything from your hard drive.”

“What the phck are you talking about?”

Nines eyes flew open. Steel blue met storm green.

>SYSTEM ALERT: THIRIUM PUMP OVERLOAD

“Fuck!”

“Wow that’s flattering.”

Nines pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes in a vain attempt to remember what had led to this absolute, unmitigated disaster.

“What the hell happened last night?”

Gavin looked affronted.

“You ruined our housewarming for one.”

>MEMORY ARCHIVE SEARCH: housewarming, Gavin

>RESULT: TEXT MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM “G.REED” IN GROUPCHAT “CLUBBERCOPS”, 15:33 18 JULY 2040: Assholes. Party at our new place. Next Friday. From seven till LATE. Bring booze, bring bitches. Nah. Actually, don’t. Our landlord’s a bastard and we already got three noise complaints.

>RESULT: TEXT MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM “CONMAN” IN GROUPCHAT “CLUBBERCOPS”, 15:34 18 JULY 2040: Yeah we should keep this one PG. Bring food if you wanna eat. This mf can’t cook and I don’t care to. See y’all!!

Oh right. Fuck. Gavin’s housewarming. Gavin and Connor’s housewarming. His two closest friends who were somehow even closer to one another. Nines hadn’t realised until it was far too late and there was nothing for him to do but smother the bitterness with his favourite coping mechanisms: android alcohol and paid sex.

The circumstances definitely explained the state he was in, but things still didn’t add up.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Did we… did we…”

“No. Nothing happened between us. You were completely shitfaced. I just put you to bed to stop you from embarrassing yourself.”

Nines looked up at the ceiling, struggling to put the pieces together. His system offered him no useful prompts. The fermented thirium had done its job of code corruption extremely well. He looked back down and met the green eyes focused on him with deep concern.

“What did I do?”

“Sixty has videos, but I don’t think you want to see them. God, Nines… why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I’m really sorry, Gavin. I didn’t mean to ruin your night… and Connor’s.”

“He’s fine. He and Sixty moved the crew to Hank’s place. Which is what we should have done in the first place… there’s really no point throwing a party in this shoebox and telling people like Tina Chen to be quiet. Honestly if it wasn’t you it would have been her bringing the house down. Good thing they had all of Michigan Drive to tear up. Hank’s neighbours can sleep though a bombing.”

“What did I do?”

Gavin put his hand back on Nines’ face, his expression unintelligible. The human touched him often enough, but never like this. Never so intimately. Nines forced down the twisting sensation in his torso. He couldn’t get his hopes up. This was pity.

Nines braced himself to hear the worst. He prepared for the shredding of all his dignity and the collapse of his falsely extroverted and confident identity.

What came though was a soft press of lips to his forehead.

“It wasn’t pretty and I wish it hadn’t happened like that, but I think it was a long time coming… I’ve never seen you so emotional before. I’m sorry I didn’t notice anything all this while.”

“Gavin, please.”

“I’m going to focus on the positives, because really… there were a LOT of negatives. Oh boy. You… uh…”

“Gavin.”

The detective dipped his head and looked away.

“Phck, I shouldn’t be so embarrassed…

You told me you loved me.”

Nines closed his eyes. That was it. He should quit his job and move to another state. Hell, he should go to Cyberlife and request a factory reset on compassionate grounds.

“I’m so sorry. I… I should leave.”

He made to sit up, but was pushed back into the mattress. Gavin curled into his side.

“Nah. You’re good.”

“What?”

“You threw up on my plants and smashed Connor’s RA9 sculpture, buuuut you’re good.”

“I don’t understand.”

Gavin wrapped his arms around Nines and edged closer until the android was forced to turn on his side and reciprocate.

“What do you think, genius? If a guy like me doesn’t throw a guy like you out of the house after all that… what does it mean?”

“That you have a high tolerance for toxic friendships?”

“It means I want you to stick around, dipshit.”

>SYSTEM ALERT: THIRIUM PUMP RATE FLUCTUATIONS. OVERLOAD IMMINENT.

“You mean you like me?”

“Of course I do! I always have, but it never seemed right to bring it up. We’re actually really good friends. I didn’t think it would be possible when we first met but we have so much in common.”

“Bad habits for sure.”

“Come on, Nines. We’ve had a really great time together. Some of my best memories at the DPD are with you. Don’t ever quote me on it but you’re a phcking amazing partner. Can’t believe you thought I had something going with Connor when it’s always been you.

So yeah, I do like you. And I’m willing to try… I dunno… being with you. Like for real.

Stop drinking like that, though. I know I’m a hypocrite but you really scared me last night. I lost my Dad and I nearly lost Hank to the bottle. You might be this super advanced android, but that liquid courage shit is a death trap, man.”

>SYSTEM ERROR: THIRIUM PUMP AT MAX FLOW RATE. PUMP OVERLOAD. REDUCE PRESSURE IMMEDIATELY!

Nines nodded quickly and blinked away the tears that welled up in his eyes. Gavin grasped the android’s chin and tipped his face down gently. Their eyes fluttered shut simultaneously and their lips met.

>SYSTEM RECOVERY MESSAGE: THIRIUM PUMP FUNCTIONALITY RESTORED

They broke apart after several golden moments and Gavin hugged Nines tightly under the sheets.

“What am I supposed to say to the others? I don’t think I can look any of them in the eye ever again.”

“Are you serious? You got nothing on the insanity that bunch is capable of. Sixty thinks he’s hot shit with his blackmail material, but I got receipts that’ll glue his mouth shut for decades. Anyway, that’s what friends are meant to be like. You have dirt on each other but you’re not meant to use it.

The same applies to us too, by the way. Don’t feel like you gotta be… apologetic about what happened last night. Yeah, you better replace my fancy new plants but I’ll never judge you for what happened. I want you to know that I’ll always be in your corner, Nines.”

Nines hummed thoughtfully and ran a hand though Gavin’s hair, marvelling at the fact that he could now do so whenever he wanted. He didn’t say anything in response, and just settled for cuddling closer to the human.

>>RK900 SYSTEM HEALTH: EXCELLENT

#tw: alcholism #reed900 #happy ending #rk900 #gavin reed #dbh fanfic #detroit become human #dbh rk900 #dbh nines #dbh #my writing #my work #long post

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|Period Cramps Collection| [Kiba Inuzuka X Reader] Heating Pad

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka x fem!Reader

Kiba just got home from a mission and headed straight for a shower before he called it a day, it was quite late already. Whispering a hello to him but your voice was muffled, not sure if he could hear you from the distance. You heard no reply, instead, the water turned on as the humid air emitted from the gap between the bathroom door and the floor, forming a layer of fog on the glass. You sighed heavily and pressed a hand to your stomach, drawing circles across the skin to ease the pain. Your back was also aching and your body just felt numb, drained, and depleted. Kiba and you had a fight before he went out on his mission the other day and right now, you two were having a cold war. Slowly, you drifted back to sleep with a frown visible on your features.

The bathroom door slid open, Kiba quietly tiptoed to the bed. The mattress dipped as you felt his familiar presence against your back and you slightly relaxed into his body. Seeing you swarming in pain made him immediately put down his wall as affection flushed his eyes. He slid both hands to your shoulders, fingers gently pressing into the knots in your tight muscles, and made his way down to your lower back.

“Do you need some water?” He breathed, paying full attention to not apply too much force.

You shook your head from side to side and turned to face him. You looked Kiba in the eyes and your arms went for his torso, pushing your face into his chest just in time to confide your whimper as the contraction heightened. But the brown-haired easily identified your struggle through the way your grasp tightened around his body and your slight tremble.

“Do you have your heating pad here?” He pressed and searched the area you were lying earlier for the said object, one hand stroking along your back.

You shook your head once again and exhaled, clinging onto Kiba. He softly reached for your hands and loosened your fingers from his top, pulling himself off from the bed. He draped the blanket to your chin and stood up but you were quick to tug at the hem of his shirt. You peered at him with heavy eyelids and remained quiet. Kiba looked at you with curiosity and concern at the same time, not knowing what to do, “Y/N, are you alright?”

“Don’t leave,” you whispered through gritted teeth, “please.”

The pain was too much for you to handle by now and the thought of Kiba leaving again agonized you, especially after the fight.

“I’m getting your heating pad,” he assured, it pained him to see you suffer, “I’ll be back soon.”

“I don’t need the heating pad,” you mumbled, “I need you, Kiba.”

He got startled at your words but frowned, “Still, your stomachache needs it.”

Seeing that you would not release his shirt, Kiba sighed and gently scooped you in his arms, your eyes widened the moment you were positioned in his tight embrace, “Ki-Kiba—,”

“You didn’t want me to leave your side,” he smiled and hugged you closer, “so I figured this is the best option.”

You tiredly hummed in response, leaning against his chest. He carried you through the hall to retrieve the heating pad on the counter and threw it into the microwave. After that, he sat you on the kitchen table and stood next to you before you slumped against his body, his arms caught you just in time.

“Kiba,” you spilled, “I love you. I'm sorry for being so childish the other day.”

“I know, I'm at fault, too.” He smiled and looked down at you, “I was wrong to just storm off, and I love you more.”

You ginned and he reached for your hands, locking them in his, “Are you feeling any better?”

You nodded and heard the microwave dinged. He once again engulfed you in his arms, stopping to open the microwave. You held out your hand to get the heating pad lying inside, but he caught it in the process, “Let me check the temperature, I don’t want you to get burned.”

You sheepishly grinned and withdrew your hand, snuggling back into his hold. He leaned in and grabbed the pad, then closed the microwave. Kiba laid you on the bed and got up to get a towel and wrapped the heating pad inside before placing it on your stomach. You winced at the sudden contact, which made Kiba jolted and removed the weight, “Is it still hot? I’m sorry.”

“No, I just didn’t think it was that heavy. It’s fine.”

The weight was slightly pushing down on your stomach and it hurt, but you did not want to worry him more than he already was. You expected him to place it on your stomach again but instead, he set it hovering above your flesh, just for the warmth to come in contact with your skin, and he held it there. You blinked at Kiba, and he mused, “Get to sleep, I’m going to hold it here so it won’t pressure your abdomen.”

“Kiba,” you muttered sweetly and used all your strength to pull him down next to you as you turned on your side to give him the extra space, “you’re already my heating pad.”

He chuckled in surrender and crawled into the bed with you, pulling the blanket over, making sure the heating pad was located at your stomach comfortably, and stroked your hair. You fall asleep in his familiar, warm chest with a contented smile despite the mild contractions because you knew Kiba was holding you tight in his arms for the night.

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an-annyeoing-writer · 3 years

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vulnerability. – chap. 2.

Story info:

Pair: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Rating: +18 for mentions of s*x and violence (future chapters)

Genre: angst, smut

Chapter info:

Release date: 4th June 2021

Word count: 2 751

Warnings: mentions of criminal activity

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Previous (Chap. 1.)

Chap. 2.

“What’s my name?”

“Baekhyun.”

“Wrong.”

A stroke of the riding crop over her chest makes the woman whimper. She’s older than him, but it doesn’t matter. Right now, everything about her – her age, name, wants and aversions – they’re all reduced to the leather collar around her neck.

“How are you to address me?”

“Master” she doesn’t hesitate.

The man does, though – he stares her down just for a few seconds, as if to judge her, before he speaks again.

“Good.”

Her gaze follows him as he walks slowly around her, observing her body’s reaction. She’s not to move, not to ask questions. She’s to accept it.

“I’m going to beat you with the crop now. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Bend over.”

* * *

The day was long, but Baekhyun found himself relieving stress in one of his favorite ways.

This time, he sat in The Queen of Spades alone, sipping whiskey and silently watching people around him, eventually ending up staring into the alcohol’s surface instead, until it disappeared entirely and there were only a few pieces of ice at the bottom left to look at. Once they melted, he’d drink them up as well – and it would probably happen, as he wasn’t about to leave anytime soon. There was not much to do.

His eyes landed on the small cut on the inside of his palm, placed next to the glass; the cut was still fresh, but not deep enough to require medical assistance, or even bandaging for that matter. Accidents happened – in some jobs more than in others. The best he could do was to make sure that accidents like this would not follow him back home.

He heard his phone vibrate, but it took him a few seconds to pick it up.

“Hello.”

“Hi there, Hyunie.”

The familiar voice made him sigh deeply with annoyance.

“You don’t sound happy to hear me,” the feminine voice on the other side spoke in slight offense.

“Sorry, it’s not your fault, Luna, I thought I’d be off for the night,” he admitted honestly; the woman’s presence was not something he minded much, but she wasn’t one who ever brought good news, so his mood instantly dropped the moment he heard her voice.

“Well, tonight you can rest, I have something for tomorrow, though.”

Baekhyun exhaled, already rubbing his temples.

“Spill it, I guess.”

“It’s an office. They have a very good security and our hacker couldn’t get in, so we need someone to go there and get some physical copies out, take a few pics and then leave them where they were. No footprints. We need the copies by Monday, and I’ll send someone to give you the details in person tomorrow.”

“Alright. I’ll be waiting.”

“One more thing.”

“What’s that?” He was ready to hang up; thinking became too tiring. But tomorrow; tomorrow, he’d consider this; now was his time off.

“You did leave footprints today, everyone knows. That you got in trouble, and the police were called. What if they recognize you?”

The man snorted in response.

“No way, I know our safety measures. I wouldn’t let them see my face. It was just an accident, okay. A harmless one. I know better and it won’t happen again” he elaborated, feigning confidence – anything just to make this conversation end.

“Are you sure it was harmless?” Luna was the most composed as she spoke, her voice completely ridden of emotions, and that was what started to worry him. As he knew, carelessness and light humor were typical of her, not this seriousness and solemnity.

“What do you mean?”

“The police have a sample of your blood” she finally spilled. “It wasn’t enough to extract your DNA, but it’s already something. Be careful next time, could you?”

His heart dropped. Confidence was gone.

“…Got it.”

“That’s all. Just take care of yourself, Hyunie.”

“Yeah…”

“Sleep well tonight. You have a long day ahead.” She made a quiet smooch sound.

“Goodnight, Luna.”

The line went dead.

For the next few minutes, Baekhyun stared straight ahead, seemingly deep in thought.

In fact, though, he was depleted of thoughts. He was stuck in the bubble of no thinking, no reasons, no emotions, as his brain processed the information it just gathered, but the process was happening outside of his consciousness.

He wished to stay in his thoughtless bubble for longer, but the thin barrier between his consciousness and his internal dialogue finally broke, and he was flooded with everything that he’d been keeping at bay ever since the conversation started.

And so, Byun Baekhyun started contemplating all the things that he preferred to keep away from himself, so as to not spiral into depression and frustration.

He chose a job, thinking, that the breach of law will give him the freedom he desperately wanted.

He ended up dependent on other people to the point where not even the law could protect him anymore; exactly the opposite – the law didn’t seem much of an obstacle anymore, in comparison to all the other things he got tangled in. It wasn’t a lifestyle that one could escape, and he’d learned it way too late.

He tried to achieve independence, but he became a pawn in other people’s hands, irrelevant to the big things happening around; trusted and respected, yet simply disposable at someone else’s command.

There was only one way he knew that could help him regain the sense of control.

And that was how Byun Baekhyun coped.

* * *

“Bend over.”

She obliges without a question, leaning over the table in front of her. Apparently, he’s interested in her behind, rather than the chest that was only a bit pink from the previous hits. She’s an obedient, but slightly frisky one, one that aims to please while also hoping for some pleasure for herself, getting bored easily, but also fussy if something goes not as she wants. Baekhyun breaks her spirit every time they meet, ridding her of any remaining selfishness.

But she enjoys the pain. He makes sure she enjoys nothing else.

The first hit makes her moan, rather than resist. Her skin is smooth, with no scars, and he makes sure it won’t stay this way for much longer, at least for the next few weeks that it will take to heal after he’s done.

The next few swats must feel nice as well, but then her voice falters and turns into quiet whimpers. She doesn’t try to move away, instead, she leans back, at least for the next few hits until it becomes too much and she tries to move away instead.

She doesn’t speak, and neither does he; the sound of the riding crop hitting her bottom mixes with her breath becoming strained and whines becoming louder from pain.

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It was a few days later that Baekhyun sat again in his favorite, cozy area of The Queen of Spades, with a man taller, but younger than himself; it was not so difficult to be taller than Baekhyun, but at the age of 29, most of the people in his circle of closest friends were younger, while most of the ones in his work field were older, which was some sort of a good sign, meaning that he’s worth more than most people of his age.

29 years old – a confusing age. He should have had his life figured out by now, and, to some extent, he had – he knew what he was good at, and what he could do to slowly ensure himself a stable retirement. But to say he was pleased with his career of choice would probably be a misstatement. Yet, that was what he had, and that was what he needed to accept.

They sat on the leather couch that he usually occupied. The taller, bar-styled table and two chairs were on the right side of the couch – he usually used them when carrying on serious conversations. But currently, he was there just to rest, and so in use was the couch. He glanced at the man on his side – leaning his head on Baekhyun’s shoulder, looking fragile despite, in comparison to Baekhyun, being the stronger silhouette.

“Don’t fall asleep, Sehun.”

No answer came, and he didn’t feel a strong need to disturb the other’s rest. Maybe it wouldn’t be too appropriate to sleep in such a place, making an impression of getting drunk over the limits – which was not really the case, alcohol wasn’t the reason for Sehun’s tiredness – however, in fact, who was there to judge them? Especially with Baekhyun being a regular customer who knew everyone else with such a title; and most of them knew what he was up to as well, and why the people he came with usually were not in the most energetic moods.

The music playing in The Queen of Spadeswas usually quiet and climatic, R&B and jazz tunes mixed with the voices of people, and people coming here usually didn’t try stir the bar’s aura.

In fact, it was exactly the opposite.

The moment a person entered the bar, welcomed by the dim space of browns, beiges, woods, and crystals, their soul instantly filled with the calm atmosphere. The aesthetic and climate gave a clear cue, that intruding them wouldn’t be worth much; it was the best to accept and follow, to allow the place to create the unique experience.

“Sehun, are you sleeping?” Baekhyun glanced at the other, and the man only hummed lowly in response. Baekhyun’s shoulder began to cramp, so he gently lifted the other’s head and rested it on the couch’s backrest instead. Sehun instantly moved a little to adjust, but it didn’t seem like he’d want to get up anytime soon. Baekhyun eyed the bruises on his neck – slowly darkening fingerprints of his own.

The bar’s door suddenly opened, catching his attention with noise when the door accidentally hit the wall. Two girls walked in: one of them he saw come here a few times before, alone and not, and the other… well, the other he had not only seen before, but would most likely see in the future as well. What a coincidence.

[F/n] looked nothing like when he last saw her; primarily because, at the museum, she wore modest clothes that suited the situation. Now, in tight fitted pants and a loose shirt exposing a fair amount of cleavage, she looked way more like a girl of her age, similar to many others that came to the bar every day. If not for the fact he knew her, he wouldn’t have paid her much attention now; however, he did know a bit, and if not her appearance, then at least the personality behind it kept his eyes on her until she looked over her shoulder, sparing him a shy glance, as though either knowing he’s looking at her, or, at the very least, expecting him in the same place as he usually was – in fact, he guessed it would be the latter.

She smiled at him softly, and he reciprocated the smile, tension on his face dissipating; the smile grounded him, in a way, reminding him of the fact that, just as he could watch anyone now, he could also be watched. His presence also didn’t make her as tense as it did before, which was relieving – he started worrying if he didn’t go too far during their official first meeting. The word sensitive written on the page of his notebook wasn’t taken out of the blue. She was fragile, he could tell; not in a bad way – but he knew how his demeanor impacted her back then. But that was sort of a proof in itself, a proof of her determination, because despite this impact, she didn’t back out when she had the chance to.

He still felt that she’s not completely aware of what came with the lifestyle – hobby? activity? – that she was getting herself into. Yet, when he thought about it, how could anyone know that for sure, before they had a taste of what’s it like? If anything, he could give her a chance, he thought; a trial, to see if not only she’s in for her own indulgence, but if she can handle what he himself is interested in.

“Wazzup?” Sehun’s voice sounded by his side. The man was undoubtedly good at recognizing his changes in moods. When Baekhyun didn’t feel confident enough to say too much, it was usually Sehun who asked the questions, allowing him to spill out what was on his mind.

“Nothing much. There’s a girl, though, she wants to join” he explained slowly. Sehun’s face didn’t change at the statement.

“You want to take her?”

“Not sure yet.”

“Ah, so.”

“What do you think?” Baekhyun glanced down at the other; Sehun didn’t look at him, his eyes remained closed.

“Well, I don’t know her. But since Byeoli moved out, your circle’s been kind of empty. There’s me, Chaejang, Lisa… well, yeah, that’s it. You haven’t taken anyone new in a while, and old ones are leaving… Aren’t you getting bored?”

“I’m not bored with any of you.” The statement was simple, but meaningful; Sehun smiled softly at that.

“Well, but you seem to have a lot of free time now, and when you have too much free time, you do stupid things.”

Baekhyun scoffed.

“I mean it.” Sehun looked at him directly now. “You’re getting lonely. You need stimuli.”

To the last statement, there was no answer. The men sat there in silence for some more time, until the glasses became empty, until there was nothing more to sit there for, and until the night became so deep that it threatened with becoming the morning soon.

* * *

“Will this be all?”

“Yes, thank you.”

You gave the customer in front of you a bill with the price of his purchase – an average one, just some grocery; not like you paid it much attention – and took the calculated amount of cash from his hand. No change, no problem. You shared a warm smile, as warm as you could muster up at the late hour. It was one of the days when your natural shyness and introversion didn’t get in the way, and you could enjoy the few polite words exchanged with the people passing the store.

“Thank you, goodnight.”

Right as the door closed behind the man, your phone suddenly called and you reached under the counter, where some of your personal things rested during your shift, ready to reach for if necessary.

“Hello?”

“Hello. Am I disturbing you?” Your heart skipped at the familiarity of the voice. However, this time it wasn’t due to anxiety – you started to look forward to his response, and it was like butterflies in your stomach when you received one. You probably should save his number, though.

“Um… Not much” you replied honestly.

“Is your Friday afternoon free?”

“This Friday?” It was Wednesday, you consulted your imaginary calendar.

“Yeah” he replied shortly.

“Um… Sorry, I have the night shift. Saturday?” You counteroffered right away, not wanting him to take your response as a rejection.

“Won’t you be tired?”

“I’ll sleep it off before the afternoon. I’m used to it.” Your free hand fiddled nervously with the strap of your ID badge.

“Hm, okay then. Can we meet at The Queen of Spades? I live nearby too.”

“Where are we going?”

“To my place.” He hesitated for just a second or two. “Are you okay with that?”

The statement made all the cogs in your head move. You hesitated now, too.

Was it what you thought it was? You couldn’t be sure – it could have been just another one of the ordinary meetings, one to get to know each other better, one to pass free time. It was still soon – you didn’t expect it to happen so fast. Even in the span of the time that has passed ever since seeing him for the first time, till reaching this particular point – it still felt so fast, as though after all these years of hopeless yearning you weren’t ready for jumping into the deep end and bringing your dreams to life.

Yet, your instincts were at ease, no red flags, no suspicions. You didn’t feel a need to refuse, or to wait. What would happen if you did – wouldn’t you end up regretting it? Would you be stuck in your safe-zone forever? Although you felt naïve in your trust, you still trusted your instincts foremost.

So the answer came naturally.

“Yes. Yes, I’m in.”

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