#we don't... they don't need to keep adding onto the red room they really don't

[yorshie]

I just read almost all your turtle relates work and i loved It! I was wondering how the brothers worked out having a poly relationship with the reader, the dynamics, what they think/feel about It, etc.

It can be headcanons or one shot, don't really mind, I just adore your work with them 👀

Thank you so much for your amazing storys💫

Thank you for the ask Nonnie!

I want to precede this by saying I don’t really have serious thoughts about how a poly relationship with all four brothers would work. I just started writing without worrying about the logistics of it, but I do keep some things in mind so it doesn’t turn into a Marty Robbin’s song.

So I went with head canon style observations and then added a little blurb that just hasn’t really fit in any one-shots I’ve written so far, but seemed appropriate in this context. I hope you enjoy!

Bayverse turtles x GNreader

Jealousy goes out the window. Who she? Oh, we don't know her. Brotherly squabbles still exist, but you are never the direct reason for the issues.

This relationship was definitely a slow burn, friends to lovers, where the lines blurred as love grew.

Mikey was probably the first one to start testing the friendship/boyfriend lines. His brand of flirting and physical affection makes him a prime suspect to see how far he could push and what exactly you would be comfortable with.

Donnie seems like the next likely culprit, certainly if he saw how openly you gave affection to his brother he might realize "hey, I'd like some of that", and proceed to tell you what he wanted next time the two of you were alone.

With the older brothers, it would definitely be Leo that has the next epiphany. With his love of listening, he'd probably get you talking and then slowly start scooting closer and closer, on the look out for any signals that you were happy with just two turtles' attentions. Finding none, you'd end up with a cuddle buddy anytime the two of you have a talk.

And Raph? he'd be the last, and he'd just show up with the others on one of the planned hangouts, hesitant and unsure but following their lead. Better not mention the red elephant in the room, or else he's likely to just turn into a roly-poly and scuttle away in fear of overstepping and ruining whatever friendship the two of you have and the luck his brothers stumbled onto. Just keep acting like everything is normal, and he'll bloom.

there's no hierarchy, other than brotherly ones that existed long before you. If someone wants/needs more time/affection, they simply ask for it. If you need time alone, you might have to lock a door or hang up a sign so everyone gets the message it doesn't turn into a revolving door of turtles checking in on you.

Date nights can be with one, two, or all four turtles. Only once was there a date planned while Donnie was shell deep in a project, and it was the one date that everyone agrees was a failure. After that debacle, Donnie gets dragged out of his proverbial dungeon anytime a 'four turtle date' is planned. While the brothers do plan one-on-one time with you, if you guys are hanging out in the lair chances are everyone will gravitate towards the commotion.

Sleep overs are probably the only time things can get complicated. You of course have the option to hole up in the guest room, and there's always sleep piles in the living area that happen often enough that Donnie went ahead and ordered extra mattresses to avoid the fuss of everyone having to drag half their bedrooms out into the Lair proper over and over, but sometimes you just want one snuggle buddy and you end up in one brother's room. It's the one time they'll get territorial over you, and it's an unspoken rule that if someone follows their nose to find you and ends up outside a personal space, they turn around and seek you out another time. It's the one rule not even Michelangelo tries to bend.

Turtle Pile

You woke up in the odd hours of the morning, the need to pee cutting into the bone deep contentment that had settled under your skin. You shifted, slowly, taking stock of where you were and how much wiggle room your turtles had allowed.

The lip of Raph's shell was a solid barrier over the edge of your hip and the line of one leg. He liked to have you up against him while he slept, the better to shield you in case something went wrong. He was laying the opposite direction of you, shoulder to shoulder with Leo, who had half draped himself over your lap and legs.

Leo's head was still tilted into the soft meat of your thigh where he'd been lulled to sleep mid conversation, breath slow and even, muscles twitching even in sleep.

Mikey had taken up your other side, arm snaked over your waist and leg hitched over what you were sure was suppose to be your closest hip, except Leo's shell was in the way. His face was propped close to yours, soft snores adorable, not quite as elevated as you were, and with no pillow to really protect his neck from Donnie's shell.

You were using the tallest brother as a pillow, as he laid out on his plastron, pining his legs and using the slope of his carapace as a make shift recliner. The reason you'd given him was to keep you safe in case someone shifted too much in their sleep, but the true intent was to keep him from sneaking back into his lab and half finished projects.

It was comfortable, safe, and warm, but the pressure in your bladder pinged again. With a soft sigh, you removed Mikey's arm and stretched, slinking up Donnie's shell to slide your legs out from under Leo.

His grip tightened, one sleepy blue eye opening to check on you. "What's wrong?"

It as more a rumble than words, but you understood , and whispered back, "nothing's wrong, just have to go pee."

He hummed, the sound low and familiar, and released you. "Climb back this way, you'll wake Dee."

"I've been awake, "came Donnie's clear, quiet voice.

You rolled your eyes, bracing a hand on one of the massive scutes on Raph's carapace and stepping over Leo's shoulder. "Make sure my pillow doesn't run off, Blue."

Leo gave a bare huff of sound, and you heard Donnie give an exasperated click in the back of his throat as Leo grabbed his brother's legs. "Yes, ma'am."

"Could be doing so much work right now." You heard Donnie grumble as you finished breaking free.

Your bare feet padded across the cool floor to the bathroom, soft steps not loud enough to mask Raph's equally irritated grouse:

"You'll have all weekend to work, nerd, now shuttup and sleep."

The door was just sliding shut when you heard Mikey's voice, the loud whisper practically a yell in the otherwise quiet space:

"Hey, where'd angel go?"

Followed by three sighs of various annoyance at the loud noise.

#tmnt fanfiction #tmnt bayverse fanfiction #tmnt bayverse #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #bayverse michelangelo #bayverse raphael #bayverse donatello #bayverse leonardo #bayverse leo x reader #bayverse raph x reader #bayverse donnie x reader #bayverse mikey x reader #my writing requests

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

Play Me 🖭 James Hetfield (18+)

"Just because I'm not there right now doesn't mean we can't have fun, baby." Your boyfriend's voice rasps out against the shell of your ear, his used voice coming out hoarse. Raising an eyebrow, you wrap your index finger around the phone's cord, wishing it was a strand of his blonde hair instead.

"And what do you have in mind, phone sex? Because the last time we tried, Lars walked in while you had a hand down your pants."

James laughs loudly at the memory, causing you to grin in response, your fingertips lightly grazing the hem of his shirt you were wearing. "I'd like to never have that happen again, actually," He muses out before pausing. "I have something better in mind. I won't touch myself, but you will. And I left behind a gift for you."

Lifting the receiver off of the bed, you began to stand up and look around the room. "Babe, there's nothing new here." Crouching down to look in the bottom shelves, you purse your lips as you hear him let out an amused hum.

"It isn't really new, I just added something to it," Before you could ask why he was being so cryptic, he spoke up again. "What did we get in trouble for on our first date?"

"For listening to rock music on my dad's.." Trailing off, you began to huff out a light peal of laughter before going over to the desk near the dresser. "Walkman." Reaching over to pick up the shoebox you two kept full of memorabilia, you quickly took off the cover in anticipation.

"If this is your way of finally hearing me orgasm while listening to Van Halen, you really went out of your way." You say in a teasing tone as your hand encircles around the cassette player. Removing the headset from the Walkman, you blink in confusion as you take in the appearance of the tape inside.

"Is this a homemade tape?" Pressing the play button without waiting for his response, you freeze mid-step as a moan rings out around your guys' quiet apartment bedroom.

"Don't run from me baby, take it." Flushing from the grunts that bellow out of the small machine in your hand, you hastily press pause.

"James," You whine out, your thighs pressing together as you feel your clit begin to pulsate. Shakily making your way back to the bed, you sit on the edge as you spread your legs wide open.

"Lie back and take your underwear off for me," James says over the phone, causing you to jolt and almost drop it. "Keep on my shirt."

Lifting your hips and following his instructions, a shiver runs through you as your pussy gets exposed to the cool air. "Yes sir." You whimper out, your free hand gripping onto the sheet beside you as you wait impatiently for his next command.

"Press play and don't stop it again." Blinking dazedly, you reach over and blindly press on the buttons until your cries are the only thing you can hear.

"I-I can't, it's too much!" You hear yourself moan out. Redness covers your cheeks and chest as you remember the positions he had you in. Missionary at first, borderline mating press as he had you by the ankles and stretched out over your head.

Doggystyle was next, his tattooed fist clutching your then tangled hair and bruising your hip with the other.

"Stick your fingers in your mouth baby, then trail them down." Spit traveled down your forearm as you wrapped your tongue around your middle and ring fingers. Closing your eyes and imagining them to be his wide girth, you hear him let out a curse as you swallow around them and gently gag.

Lips quirking up in a smile at how reactive he was at the sound, your fingers pop out of your mouth and slowly leave a trail of wet as you grasp onto your breast.

"James please, I need more."

"You'll take what I give you, like a good girl. Stay still, doll."

Tsking out loud, James breathes in deeply as a sadistic grin grows on his face. His next words have you trembling and crying out in frustration.

"Nothing's changed, baby. You still don't get to cum until I tell you to."

#james hetfield #metallica #metallica smut #metallica x reader #metallica imagines #james hetfield smut

[sempsimps]

Drunk Alastor x (fem reader)

oof here we go second fanfic ever, i loved the support i got from the first one and honestly i was confused and inspired (sorry if my writing sucks :] but im taking advice and using ,'s also this took me a week to write lol) also its a little head cannon of mine but i feel like Alastor would actually really like Shakespeare idfk

tags;

nsfw

angst with comfort

description of a panic attack (writing from experience oop)

sub Alastor soft dom reader (be gentle he's sensitive lmao)

drinking ikik shock horror

some biting and hickeys mentioned

blowing off steam i guess

might be ooc becuse I've never written (anything) Alastor before

more tags to cum :P

i hate to say it but mimzy was right, put on some jazz and pour some rye and alastor becomes a kitten, so i did just that. when husk left he was my only cover from mimzy so i was stuck with her. all she talked about was either alastor and her "amazing dancing skills" 'yeah right, yesh talk about self centred' it was so obvious she liked alastor more than a friend but t did apreaciate the tips even if she didnt know we were a thing, the whole loan shark situation clearly was the last straw for alastor especially after lucifers whole uh well "fight", he claimed to have to let off some steam with the loan sharks but i could see right through him, although i secretly cheered when alastor told mimzy to leave the hotel the irritation was clear on alastors face his smile seeming off and so with my newly learned information to use i turn to husk he seemed shaken as well.

"yo husk you wouldn't happen to have a full bottle of rye?"

he looked at me one eyebrow raised and turned around to a locked box with a padlock and everything from under the counter 'the fuck'.

"i know you and al are uh whatever the fuck you are but j-just don't tell him i gave this to you because well hell probably make me pay in some way"

"oh, okay then no problem i wont say a thing"

Husk handed me the bottle 'oh shit okay then he really loves ....' i turn the bottle to read the label, it said straight whiskey 'ah that makes so much sense, okay' i slowly nod at husk as he opened two more bottles 'oh shit that bad okay then' i gave him an awkward salute and walked off the bottle in hand, i headed to my room to grab a blanket and my speaker thing to play jazz/electro swing from my playlist with some of my favourites on there, after todays events i knew that he would need a drink and i wanted to save husk some trouble and ya know spend time with al. so i got to work setting up i had the only spare key to his private study and i thought that the swampy area would look nice, i brought a black and red plaid picnic blanket from my room to put on the ground using random rocks to keep the corners in place i found a short stool it was wooden and looked right at home in this room the deer accents on the legs added a nice touch i used that to place a candle, it said it was "black cherry" on the label 'that name isn't really fitting the candle its red, but it certainty dose smell like cherries' i placed it onto the wooden surface i stood up and walked towards the wooden side of the room looking back at my small display and smiled 'not as shit as i thought it would look, improvement !' i looked around the room and found some glasses they were cool looking 'oooo fancy' i set onto the stool along with the untouched bottle of rye, i connected the speaker to my phone Alastor disliked the fact i had it to begin with but accepted it as a safety measure if i ever needed it which he made sure i didn't, anyway the devices connected and the first song posing started to play i nodded my head along before i left the room i made sure to light the candle 'okay now to find the unusually grumpy deer' i exit his study and locked the door behind me, the rest of the staff and residents were off in their rooms or busy with somthing, it was quite late now. i heard the click of the lock and pocketed the key and off to search for the strawberry man, it didn't take me long to hear the static and loud screeches coming from the lobby i was now hurried in my steps i approached the sound of Alastor and seen him leaning over the bar half demon mode towering over husk his antlers protruding from his head and the green symbols slowly floating around him, no doubt dials in his eyes.

"husk for your own soul,where is it!?"

"i told you b-boss its not here"

'oh shit oh shit oh fuck, okay i fucked up' i seen husk slightly trembling ears pulled back, wings tucked behind him and our eyes meet he asked for help silently, i half ran and half jogged towards Alastor, i gently tugged at his coat getting a large radio feedback screech jumping a little at the sound, before he turned around around with an audible snap to see me and i reacted by rushing out my words.

"hey! al i know you hate being touched but i didn't know how to get your attention safely but that's not important right now! come with me"

i spoke rapidly briefly confusing the deer he froze. antlers going back to normal shape and size before i kinda dragged him out of the lobby towards his study by the tail of his coat giving husk a last look of apology, i felt a light tug at my wrist and i let him go immediately and i held my head down in slight embarrassment as we walked down a hallway.

"although i don't completely despise the touch from you my dear, but-"

"no no its okay sorry i know i pushed a boundary. just didn't know how else i was suppose to calm the situation and uh i have the rye Mimzy said you liked it so i asked husk for some that's why he uhh didn't have it...."

i seen his eye twitch momentarily as we walked. the silence was deafening low sound of static emitting from him echoing in the hallway eerily, but as we got closer to his study his ears fluttered up at the muffled soft sound of jazz that was coming from the room, his slightly strained smile fell into a smirk his whole face softening, he snapped his fingers to open his study greeted by the set picnic blanket and the sent of the candle wafted in the air masking the dead venison that was all around in this room with cherries instead.

"i know its not a lot but i thought it would help with the shitty day you've had, well i don't even know what to call the thing you got with lucifer.... b-but that's besides the point i just thought i would keep you company if you need too vent or just relax"

"thank you my dear, i appreciate the gesture"

his smile was soft as he walked over to the blanket and sat down i slowly trailed behind him, he took of his coat and folded in onto the stool his dress shirt looking a little dishevelled as he unclipped his bowtie resting it on top 'oh thank fuck i was scared he would be mad or kill husk, welp he isn't so ill take that as a win' i sat next to Alastor and he opened the whisky and poured us both a glass, his glass had more in it 'i guess he dose need this' Alastor sighed and took a large sip leaning back onto his elbows landing just at the end of the blanket i took a swig of my glass feeling the strong liquor on my tongue my eyes squinted at the taste.

"hey.....do you want to talk about it?"

the silence was now more comforting now the white noise of Alastor's static taking a soft spot within the wordless jazz songs, i still held my glass and decided to quickly down it i felt like i needed it for this conversation, it is liquid courage after all. he obviously felt the same taking a sip before answering.

"i didn't want to send Mimzy away.... we were in the same circles when alive... she's a dear friend of mine! but the danger she carries with her often causes trouble due to her very nature"

his ears pinned back to his head his smile straining ever so slightly his eyes showing his true emotion as he carried his rant i listened intently as he's now sitting up.

"and-and i just loath this feeling of being so controlled i was.... sad? to make her go but they made me! i feel that I've betrayed her my dear"

his head rested in his hands covering the sides his face, body hunched over suddenly his eyes scrunched closed in pain? 'wait pain!?' hands moving to his throat wrapping around like he was choking laboured breathing could be heard, his slight shivers running throughout his body, ears twitching, opening his eyes focused on the grass in front him the body movements seizing up smile ever present 'oh fuck uuhhh i need to do somthing' my voice slightly wavers as i softly spoke to not scare him.

"hey hey hey al its gonna be okay hey....'

i knelt to face him slowly putting my hands in front of were his eyes were focusing on the floor as to not scare him, the grip around his head and neck loosened and he removed his hands to place them gently in mine, they were shaking so i closed my hands around his softly. i looked towards his face his eyes were shut closed to try too banish the tears smile still present but barely holding emotion i knew he hated to show weakness so this was a very rare occurrence but the distress was clear. he moved my hands to his face i let him guide me so he could be in control, he reviled in the soft contact calming himself down, his breathing evened out and i felt heat leave his face and his body relaxed as he leaned back onto the blanket pulling me with him and i lay next to his form.

"heyyy al i know this is.... difficult but ill always be here. okay? ill always be here for you no matter what"

"t thank you...."

no words were said from there as we both had another glass clinking them before downing it each laying down again, i softly rub my thumb against his palm to be comforting 'im not good at this shit'. i sigh and i let go and reached out to refill my drink again i lifted it to my lips the smooth jazz ended and the next song on was "eat you by carnival of thieves" and i only had a sip of my fourth drink before i was on my feet 'when did he get up!' i placed the glass down on the stool.

"come on my dear lets dance!"

"are you sure?"

"why wouldn't i be?"

i looked to his face he seemed happier now 'ah alright then, glad he got that out' i linked hands with Alastor he pulled me into him almost crashing into his chest. i looked up to see in his eyes now looking at me with soft passion as we danced along the grassy area of the room, my feet not as accustomed to dancing as my steps were out of rhythm to the surprising fast pace of the song, Alastor just laughed in response and he carefully moved in step to guide me, hips swaying to the sound. our feet now moving in sync to the beat of the song, he looked happy as he started to sing to the song joining in staggering my steps and signing along to the chorus.

"i go hungry every night~ ,but not this time around~~.... I'm gonna eat you, your my desire~"

"im gonna sharpen all my teeth and build a fire~"

"im gonna eat you~ ,cook and defeat you~ ,gonna breath you in my lungs and make you mine~"

his hands loosened in mine as we gently moved across the grass together letting all the stress of the day be released in the playful dancing. Alastor spun me around with a fancy flourish carefully so his face could rest in my neck, as the slower verse played we began to slowly sway back and forth i accidentally stepped on his foot from the odd angle

"oh shit sorry"

"haha don't worry my dear it was an accident"

"okay still sorry though"

" l'amour ne regarde pas avec les yeux mais avec l'esprit, donc Cupidon ailé est peint en aveugle" (love does not look with the eyes but with the mind, so winged Cupid is painted blind)

"such a charmer as always my love"

once the song ended we continued to dance together for many more enjoying the time we had, until i tripped on a rock falling backwards Alastor caught me with one hand on the small of my back other one still in my hand he made it look like this was practiced and i wasn't a dumbass 'wow maybe I've to much to drink already' i was pulled back onto both feet before being lead to sit down.

"maybe that's enough for now my dear wouldn't want you falling for me again, the run of true smooth never love course. wait no that's not right"

i rolled my eyes as we laid together yet again having another drink each Alastor having two, i was feeling giddy from the whiskey and so was he showing his more comfortable loving side that was a rare sight, his hands resting on my hip tracing circles not that he doesn't do all of this already but he was letting me do the same guiding my hands to his side to mimic his movements tracing patterns as we just talked together enjoying the company but the funny thing is that Alastor is a lightweight when it comes to drinking so its not even after the 5th round he is slurring his words around.

"these mortals be fools lord what!"

"uh huh?"

"in shine ink my may black still bright love"

"al what are you talking about?"

we laughed and talked some more but Alastor rolled my body to lay upon his, maybe it was the drinks were getting to both our heads but Alastor face was slightly red and i was feeling a little hot under the collar myself, sighing adjusting my position on top of Alastor i moved down to feel somthing against my thigh 'oh what the hell?- OH' my eyes snapped back up to meet his gaze that was looking away ears pointed flat against his head face competing for his hair shade.

"oh shit i uh i can get off?"

only response i got was a tight grip at my hips when i was about to get off, i felt claws lightly scratching at the skin holding me in place my face getting red 'oh shit okay then' and a low static emitting from his chest it was similar to a purr 'heh like a cat cute', i attempt to sit up only to have a harsh grip on my hips, i lightly tapped his hand so i could do that i sat up my thighs on either sides of his form feeling his excitement more prominent against my thigh 'i did not think that's how this would go' i slowly move against him grinding my hips in a slow rhythm looking at his face for conformation his eyes darted away ears still back but he didn't look upset in the slightest.

"you okay?"

i leaned down softly kissing his lips his pressed hard into mine savouring every moment 'he was touch starved has to be' moving my hand down to unbutton my shirt once down i sat back up to slide it off my body before i unbutton Alastor's dress shirt looking to his face for confirming it was okay which he gave a nod still grinding in my body i moved harsher and then i heard it. i halted myself completely 'holy shit this man whimpers' wide eyed he stared at my face i started to move again eliciting another breathy gasp and whimper. i reached down between our bodies to undo his belt with little effort and let his arousal out, the heat from it was intoxicating, as the precum smearing on my thigh my hand wrapped around it surprisingly big, plenty to fill me 'Jesus fuck he looks amazing' Alastor whimpers a little as i slowly pumped his length more low and quite sounds spilling from his lips i leaned down hands either side of his face to keep myself balanced his tongue asked for entry and i allowed it as i swallowed every sound he made i was getting out of breath and pulled away from the passionate kiss my body still moving against Alastor. his hands claw at my hips silently begging asking me to speed up, i lightly grasp at his wrists with both hands before i gripped them and pinned his hands either side of his head, ears perked up the look of shock and "fuck, do i find this hot?" in his face was worth dying for as i continued the teasing slow pace against his length he could easily stop me. he was powerful enough to, but he didn't, he let me take the lead and overpower him. i increased my speed feeling his ever heightening arousal he was quite vocal I'm guessing it was the alcohol because he doesn't tend to be like this the endless gasps filling the room 'holy fuck who would of thought that the great radio demon would want to be under me' i suddenly heard a low growl from his lips.

"stop teasing me dear"

"okay i will"

i moved my shorts and underwear to the side and lowered myself onto Alastor both of us crying out in pleasure as i fully went down, i didn't move 'fuck this feels so good fuck' i stayed still letting us both get comfortable again looking to him for a nod, in which he provided biting his lip. i slowly moved up and down along his length eliciting gasps from both parties. i had only moved so much before Alastor thrusted desperately into me needing the release i matched his pace quickly approaching my climax as i felt his cock twitch inside of me, the slick that pooled between my legs serving more than enough to glide it constant praise falling from my lips the demon under me turning into putty, a string of i love yous and gasps mixed with moans the outside world oblivious to us. i felt my body shake as i was close to cuming my thighs shudder as i hit my high, body slumping forward to kiss his lips. Alastor kept thrusting up into me he growled and snarled as he back arched and teeth sank into my collar bone, cock twitching as he came into me we both laid there in each others embrace finding comfort in one other as he lapped at the bite wound in apology. i phased in and out of sleep listing to his heartbeat 'I'm surprised he even has one' i felt him sit up keeping my body pressed to his.

"eh bien, c'était du sexe splendide, ma chérie"

Alastor took his cock out of me pushing it back into his boxers before he picked me up and walked us towards the wooden area of the room and opened a door into his actual bedroom laying us both down on his bed peacefully sleeping in the warmth of our bodies.

sorry if the ending seemed rushed i am completing this before i need to be up in like an hour and this has been driving me mental for a week sorry if my writing sucks :]

#alastor smut #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #fanfic #smut #drunk #drunk shenanigans

[sea-owl]

Been having polleen omegaverse thoughts again.

So let's say the family is enjoying the off-season in Aubrey Hall, and the newly presented omega Penelope has joined them.

Colleen goes into rut sometime they are out there, and she has been hidden away in one of the rooms that is reserved for heats and ruts. There, she can spend a week taking care of her rut and then rejoin the pack once it breaks. Only after a week her rut isn't breaking, and with each passing day, Colleen grows more agitated and desperately wants a release. She has no idea why this rut refuses to break.

Violet is getting worried that her daughter is still in rut. Anthony has called on a doctor who says that it's odd that Colleen's body is doing this.

"Normally, I only see this when an alpha is trying to attract their mate or they've been away from their mate too long. Has Ms. Bridgerton found her mate yet?" The doctor asks.

"No, the only ones here are pack."

For a rut or heat, members of the pack would bring their pack mate food and drink as that was the safest way.

So Penelope was a little confused as to why Eloise was asking her to bring Colleen her food when it was Eloise's turn to do so.

"Colleen's smell worsens when she's in rut," Eloise said with her nose wrinkled. "The stench is truly awful."

That surprised Penelope. She actually quite liked Colleen's ocean and citrus scent. But she supposed an alphas scent could be off during an intense time. Her family was all betas and omegas, so she really didn't have anything to compare it to.

"And Benedict promised me to go to the village today," Eloise added on.

Penelope bit her lip. "But I'm not a pack member, couldn't that upset Colleen?"

Eloise waved her hand. "Everyone here considers you pack Pen. It will be fine. All you have to do is go in, set the food down, and walk out. Plus, if you do it, I'll get you that new book you've been wanting."

Damn, Eloise knew her too well. She knew Penelope has been eyeing that book for a while now. "The book and candies."

Eloise dropped the key to Colleen's room in Penelope's hand. "Deal."

"Oh and remember to lock the door behind you when you go inside. We don't need Colleen escaping!"

Thankfully, Colleen was asleep when Penelope snuck into the room. Keeping her footsteps light as possible, Penelope made her way over to the bedside table.

The omega began to wonder if Colleen's rut was finally starting to break. It didn't smell as bad, as Eloise had described. It was intense, and the smell of ocean and citrus engulfed you as you entered the room, but Penelope found herself enjoying it. If she could, she would have the smell made into perfume. Though it was rather warm in here.

"Omega . . .Pen."

A hand latched itself onto Penelope's wrist, dragging the omega onto the bed. The key she held clattered to the floor.

Penelope squeaked as she came face to face with a half-naked Colleen Bridgerton. Colleen's long chestnut hair fell freely, her skin flushed, and her green eyes were half closed. One hand still held Penelope's wrist while the other pulled Penelope onto Colleen's blanket covered lap. The hand that held Penelope's wrist brought it up to Colleen's face where she began to scent the omega.

"You smell so good, Pen," Colleen moaned out. "Like a dream. Smell so good I could eat you."

Penelope's face burns a brighter red with each passing word. She could feel her body becoming hotter as well. She always thought the female alpha to be beautiful and maybe she has been a little in love with her ever since they met. "C-C-Co-"

Colleen pulled Penelope closer, burying her face into Penelope's neck. "That's Colleen, my omega."

Penelope could feel her omega purr, slick starting to coat her thighs. Oh, that was not good.

Colleen must've smelt it as well because she took a deep breath before letting out another moan. "Pen, please help me. Stay. My alpha needs you, I need you."

The alpha pulled back, her green eyes stating into Penelope's brown ones. Penelope could feel Colleen tracing her fastenings.

Penelope shook her head. "Colleen you're in rut. You-"

Colleen cut Penelope off with a loud whine. "My head is clearer with you here. Please, Pen, stay."

Penelope knew she should leave, but if it helped Colleen break her rut, shouldn't she do what she could to help?

Colleen bent forward to kiss Penelope. "Stay."

Penelope nodded. "I'll stay."

Colleen let out a happy cheer. Quick to undo the dress fastenings Colleen laid Penelope underneath her. Colleen taking her new favorite spot in between Penelope's legs.

#bridgerton #polin #polleen #colin bridgerton #genderbent colin bridgerton #colleen bridgerton #penelope featherington #alpha beta omega #omegaverse #alpha colleen #omega penelope #i would write more but it would turn into smut and then the tumblr gods might come #maybe ill add more on ao3

[blueeyedheizer]

❝DECISIONS❞

pairing: Michael Gray x Reader

content warning: none, just gina being an annoying cunt as usual

a/n: first michael fic in a long time :) it was originally supposed to take a veeeery different direction, super angsty, with the reader being angry at Michael and extra sassy, but oh well. I think Michael deserves some love after what they did to him in s6. || wc: 0,7

(gif not mine: ?)

"Are you sure this is what you want, Michael?"

The room had been plunged into a heavy, awkward silence before you interrupted it, the sharp sound of the slap Michael had received from his mother just moments before still ringing in your ear.

"Turning your back on your family and risking everything by becoming their enemy? Is that what you want?" you continued, pushing yourself away from the counter you were leaning against to take a step forward. You heard a scoff coming from behind you, but you knew better than to give Gina the attention she so desperately wanted. Instead, you kept your gaze on Michael and crossed your arms over your chest as you got no answer, his jaw clenching being the closest you got to a reaction.

"Don't worry about him." Gina eventually chimed in, seeing Michael wouldn't answer. Her signature sardonic smile was glued to her red tinted lips as she pushed herself up from her chair, approaching you. "We know what we're doing and I'm sure Michael can make his own decisions."

"What's your plan?" you questioned Michael, ignoring the american woman. But within a second, Gina was opening her mouth again.

"Tell her, baby." she said. You cringed at the pet name, your cheeks flexing. "At least you know this one is willing to listen."

"How about you shut the fuck up, huh?" you whipped around, taking a menacing step towards her. You'd had enough. "This is a conversation between me and Michael. Mind your own fucking business, Gina."

Gina's eyebrows raised at your sudden outburst, a mocking grin on her face as she directed her gaze toward Michael. She probably expected him to say something but he didn't, his expression unchanging.

"In business it's called a hostile takeover." he explained, catching your attention. "That doesn't mean anyone needs to get hurt." You held back a scoff. Non-violence has never been an option in this family. "I'll make an approach to the chinese suppliers and offer them more favorable terms."

"And more access to american buyers." Gina added. You cast her a pointed glare before focusing back on Michael.

"Gina's uncles are in Chicago, Boston, and Long Island." he continued. "They run whisky and gin from Canada, but booze is now being legalized again. So narcotics is the future. Tommy is taking too much on, his business is too big for him to handle."

Sucking in a breath, you ran a nervous hand through your hair as you began to pace silently around the room, taking in everything Michael was telling you.

You had a bad feeling about this. Tommy would have no mercy on Michael if he were to go on with this plan and try to outsmart him. He was risking so much.

Your pacing finally came to a stop and you took a hold of Michael's hands, forcing him to keep his attention on you.

"You need to tell Polly everything." you said calmly. Once again Gina shared her exasperation, the clicking of her heels resonating as she paced around you.

"Why? So she can read into our future and tell us something really bad is going to happen if Michael sticks to the plan?" she mocks. "You cannot be serious. Listen, honey...Michael laughs at this witchcraft bullshit when his family's not there. We don't need Polly's approval." she came up to Michael and placed a hand on his shoulder, clinging onto him. "Let's just go, baby. It's not worth it."

"Shut up, Gina." Michael finally snapped, giving his wife a cold glare. Gina's expression dropped and if you weren't so worried you would've smirked at the expression on her face when she drew back, walking back to her seat while mumbling something about 'this fucking family' under her breath.

"Michael, listen to me." you continued, lifting a hand to cradle one of your palms against his cheek. "I need to know you'll be okay. Please, if you won't do it for me or anyone from this family, do it for our daughter." you begged.

"Jesus Christ." Gina sighed.

"We'll speak to Pol, Y/N." Michael responded, taking your hand that was still on his cheek and giving it a squeeze. He could tell you were genuinely distraught. Although you and Michael had been divorced for two years you still cared a great deal about each other, therefore the thought of him getting hurt or possibly dying had you panicking. "I promise." he added softly, staring into your eyes as if to let you know he truly meant what he said.

A couple seconds passed until you nodded, releasing a breath of relief. After a quick moment of hesitation you cupped Michael's face and leaned forward to press a lingering kiss to his forehead, resting yours against it afterwards. Michael's hands came to your sides, his thumbs subconsciously stroking your skin in a soothing manner.

"I know your heart, Michael." you murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. "Your family has always mattered more than your business. Think about it, that's all i'm asking. And if you change your mind, just know that you'll always be welcome home. Your daughter misses you."

#blueeyedfinn #michael gray fanfiction #michael gray x you #michael gray fanfic #michael gray x reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #michael gray imagine #peaky blinders x you #peaky blinders fic

[gay-little-bitch]

hey hey hey!!!

would it be possible for you to do a little smut shot with steddie - w/ bottom eddie? i don't really have any other requirements, you can make up a plot whatever you see fit, except for ✨really kinky✨

love!

Hey anon, thanks for the ask! You didn't really specify what kind of bottom Eddie so I wrote power bottom... it's just really fun to write. It's not the kinkiest thing I've ever written but I like it so I hope you do too! Also, I put the link to the work on ao3 if you wanna support me! :)

Title: Good boy.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Explicit

"Are you done...?"

The tone of Steve's voice makes him sound like a child, but he can't find a way to care. He's been waiting for Eddie to finish his DND campaign for way too long and all he wants is for Eddie to ride him to fucking oblivion. He can't be blamed for wanting to have sex with his gorgeous boyfriend, right?

"I told you that I would tell you when I'm done. But the more you ask the slower I go. Be a good boy and be patient."

Steve wants him so bad it makes him sick to his stomach, but his boyfriend won't budge. . Getting restless, Steve gets up a starts walking over to Eddie, placing himself right next to his feet. He keeps scribbling things out and slamming his hand, on the desk. Steve gets up and goes around the back of the chair and hangs his arms over Eddie's shoulders, kissing his neck. He sends Steve a warning look that he ignores and simply keeps kissing him. "Steve, baby please be patient I just need to... Fuck!"

Steve splays his hands out over the curve of Eddie's waist, letting his pinky peak through the band of his boxers.

"As you wish."

A small giggle escapes Eddie's lips.

"Stevie no that's not what I meant. Just wait."

"But I need you now."

"If you need me that bad then you should be opening me up."

A warm feeling swarms Steve's stomach as Eddie gets up and pushes him back onto the bed, kissing him hard and sloppy. His tongue licks into Eddie's mouth like the possessive little bitch he is. Both of them are very clearly straining against the fabric of their jeans. Embarrassingly enough, Steve is the desperate one. He doesn't understand how his boyfriend can hold back. He thrusts his hips up, against Eddie to get more friction.

The little shit rolls off of Steve with a smirk on his face. He knows that his face looks like somebody just kicked his puppy, but he can't help it. Eddie spreads himself out on the sheets, teasing him. "So are we gonna do this or not? I mean I would assume you would be ready seeing as you are so fucking desperate to put your cock in me." Steve's face feels hot at the mocking words. He plants his lips back on Eddie as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers.

He reaches over to the bedside table for the new bottle of lube he got this morning, almost falling off the bed after Eddie nudges his side. Steve grabs a pillow and puts it under his boyfriend's hips for better access to his pretty pink hole.

Steve's hands start shaking from excitement while coating his fingers in a layer of lube before he presses one finger into Eddie, not even bothering to tease him. Both like to leave the other man sobbing underneath them, but right now Steve just wants to get his cock into Eddie as fast as possible while still pleasuring him. "Mm, feels good baby." Steve fucks and twists his finger into Eddie, making sure he's loose enough before adding a second finger, waiting until his boyfriend is ready to keep going. Eddies face is red, and his eyes are glassy. Steve is sure he couldn't get any more beautiful.

Eddie slightly grinds against his hand. He scissors his fingers, making sure to hit his prostate. The older boy's moans echo in the room. "More. I can take it baby please." Eddie pleads. Steve slips in slowly to let him adjust. He starts moving fast until Eddie stops him. "M ready."

He carefully pulls his fingers out of him and stands up, taking the remainder of their clothes off, but Eddie's eyes aren't on him, just somewhere slightly behind him. He follows his eyes and lands on the desk chair. Before he can ask, Eddie is kissing him again, tugging at the strands of his hair. He only pulls away when they're both breathless. "Sit."

Eddie points to the chair, and even though Steve is confused, he obeys. He watches Eddie stalk over to a corner of his room and grabs the handcuffs. He makes sure Steve is on board before cuffing him to the chair. Eddie walks in front of Steve and grabs the lube, pouring some into his hand before reaching behind himself to slick his boyfriend up. He stops and spreads his cheeks before lining himself up with the pink head of Steve's cock.

Without warning, he sinks down, one inch at a time. Eddie feels tight and hot around Steve, leaving him already panting even though it's just the beginning. Once he bottoms out, he leans forward and grabs his pen, beginning to write. Steve is confused and tries to look over Eddie's shoulder to see what he's doing.

A hand forces him back into the chair. "You said you need me right now so I gave you what you want now I need you to wait for me to finish this. If you are a good boy and don't fucking move... then and only then, I'll let you come."

Steve can't help but tremble at the other man's words. Turning around, Eddie kisses him and looks into his eyes filled with lust. "What's the color baby?" He whimpers from the sudden motion. "Green." Steve whispers. "Sorry say that again. I didn't hear it." Eddie turns his head back around to face his notes. "Green!" He chuckles and continues writing. "That's what I thought."

Steve can't help it if once and a while he lets out a high-pitched whine, he needs friction, but Eddie isn't giving him anything. This is technically what he asked for, but this is a whole new level of teasing. Eddie is acting so calm and simply starts playing with Steve's hair, not looking away from his notes. Steve does the only thing he can do and leans his head against his boyfriend's shoulder.

After what feels like half an hour, Eddie tightens around Steve, causing him to moan so loud he's sure the neighbors could hear him. The shoulder in front of him is the only thing he has, so he bites down. "You like that, Stevie?" Eddie's voice is raw and intoxicating. "You need me so bad don't you? You love me keeping your cock warm and hard so I can use you when I want."

The words falling from Eddie's mouth only caused Steve to have to hold back from his climax. "Eddie" Steve pants."Eds, please. I can't, I need-" Eddie stops him and puts down the items in his hand "You're being so good, princess. Just give me a minute."

Eddie pushes back onto Steve, trying to move impossibly closer. He raises his hips just to let them fall again, fucking himself down on Steve's hard cock. Still fighting off his orgasm, Steve bites the spit-soaked shirt harder. Even though he needs to come, he wants to be a good boy and wait for Eddie's permission because he needs that more than the other option. Steve's throbbing, leaking cock isn't helped by Eddie's constant moans filling the room.

"Mm baby you feel so good, that's it." Eddie gasps, his cock pushing into his fist. "I'm so close princess. Come for me, baby. Come inside of me. Please."

And that's it. Steve whimpers and pants as he lets himself go, releasing inside of his boyfriend. The sensation pushes Eddie over the edge as he spills right into his own hand. They both moan as the aftershock of their orgasms courses through them.

Neither moves for a while until Eddie disconnects himself, careful not to startle Steve. He gets up and goes to the bathroom, coming back with a wet washcloth. He wipes Steve down softly and kisses his head. "Good job baby." Steve lets out a laugh. "Thanks but um... can you get these off of me?" Eddie takes the cuffs off of Steve and carries him over to bed, laying him down carefully.

He leaves again and comes back with a glass of water, placing it on the bedside table. He lays behind Steve and spoons him. Sweet nothings being whispered into his ear. The last thing Steve hears before he can fall asleep makes him believe even more that he could never find a better person than Eddie.

"I love you, baby. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you and your annoying little gremlins."

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #eddie x steve #steve harrington is bisexual #eddie munson is gay #gay eddie munson #bi steve harrington #steddie smut

[tiikerikani]

Maailma Pakkanen palaa!

(deep freeze returns!! and also burns!!)

10.2.2024 – Tullikamari (Pakkahuone), Tampere

We’re at peak (nadir?) cold snap and it’s like -20°C outside and I’m already loitering around there just shy of 7:00. I forewent my tradition of listening to Kauan beforehand/while in queue because a) I fear for earbud cables and batteries in these conditions, and b) I do it to get a chill down my spine and don’t need any help with that right now. Instead, I am singing under my breath to pass/keep track of time without having to look at a watch (see above re. batteries). It is surprisingly effective. It’s not like when I’m on the piano and time goes weird and I play everything too fast.

A taxi drops off a couple of women at maybe 7:05. They resemble but are not the Regular Groupies. They look around a little and walk away. The Superfans also show up a bit after that. They wave and go over to the supermarket to stay warm. Not the Regular Groupies return looking for the nearest bar. I’m not from here so I don’t know.

When Superfans come back (I think it’s 7:25 now), we go hang out by the door properly. After a few more people arrive (including the actual Regular Groupies), they shuffle me to the very front of the queue because I was here first. (ok.)

I can’t feel my toes. Is this worth losing my toes for?

Time feels like it’s passing extremely quickly while I’m in this queue. Before I know it it’s 7:55 and the queue goes as far as I can see out into the parking lot. I put away my hat and mittens and get my arms out of my coat so I’m ready to throw those off the moment the door opens.

Coat check was being fiddly with the card terminal so others got ahead of me in terms of getting into the room, not to mention that the bag checker was calling for backup at exactly the moment I walked into them, which set me back a little as well. But it’s fine, I got where I wanted to be.

They hadn’t even gotten the backdrop up yet!

By 8:45 my toes feel normal again. It's getting crowded in here. Yet again, the entire spring tour is sold out, so.

They don't play until 9:30.

I'm in my red tunic and have a new (Viking) dragon-shaped bead on my braid because it's Chinese New Year but not like anybody notices or cares (I don't even really celebrate, I just do some token gestures).

Somebody in the fanclub had shared last night's set list, so I had that already copied onto my arm to correct/adjust. (Ended up adding one song.)

They played (still) another arrangement of Intiaanit, which was... in basic rock song style. I didn't like it.

Huomenna kaduttaa and Valot eteiseen aren't songs I'm too familiar with — they clearly have their fans though. Songs about romance and parenthood are hard for me to relate to.

The person next to me was filming most of the songs and I really wanted to smack the phone out of her hand with a well-placed dramatic gesture but did not because she was nice and actually talked to me at some point earlier.

Markus used an acoustic bass instead of the cello this time. I wonder if it's because of the weather? Classical string instruments (and large ones at that) are probably more sensitive to temperature changes.

His beard is starting to go noticeably grey in the middle, and I've also started wondering about his bracelet. It doesn't look like a Fitbit, but he wears it everywhere.

I never thought they'd ever play Ei voittajaa again, and it made sense to put it as the first encore so they could reuse the old walk-on intro track. I still kind of remember the moves to my epic invisible sword dance but there's never quite the space to do it even in a more limited way. (Nobody cares to wonder why I was so much more animated during that song than any other...)

Teemu’s SO (Her Again!!) ("you're very... red today") says she was at the back of the room and there was still such a LONG queue to get in even as the show started that she missed the first 3 songs. When Teemu comes to join her, they try to find a way out of the place. He has all his stuff, but she needs to get hers from the coat check. There is a massive bottleneck at the stairs going back down there. The couple go talk to somebody at a side door and eventually they disappear backstage to use the loading door I guess.

It’s over 30 minutes before it felt like the coat check mob started moving at a decent pace. Turns out they were letting people down the stairs in controlled groups. They really wanted us out of there since there was a new queue outside of younger people waiting to get IN for, I don’t know, Saturday night disco? That’s a thing at rock clubs here.

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In a radio interview a couple of weeks ago, Senpai said that he really likes meeting fans (and that some tell him a lot about themselves — sorry :D I'm surely not alone but maybe the only one who does so in longhand) but there's just too many of them now and he'd be there all night. So there you have it from him.

Heini, Jepa, and Hannah were backing singers at UMK (where the Eurovision entry is selected) which was on at the same time literally 600 metres away, at the arena. I bet they met up with the band and hung out together afterward.

Completely off-topic side note: I'm sad that the very comfy (and very broken) couch at my friend's place is going to get replaced. It's awful for sitting on, but I sleep better on it than in my own bed, so it's something I look forward to whenever I visit.

Maailma palaa

Kohti sydänpeltoja

Intiaanit

Huomenna kaduttaa

Ilman mua

Tummilla teillä

Faija käyttää napapaitaa

Samaan mutkaan kaatunut

Exodus

Valot eteiseen

Kiljut riemusta

Reppana

Faarao

Kolme hyvää vinkkiä

Kanto

Onnellinen mies

Hetken ikuinen

// Ei voittajaa

// Kukaan ei koskaan

// Arlandan portailla

[Concert write-up archive and master calendar]

#music #concerts #vesterinen yhtyeineen #set list

[bluerose5]

Nostalgia

"Tell me something about yourself."

Anders’s hands stopped in their tracks. Golden brown eyes glanced up at Garrett, curious about what brought on such a request.

He returned to healing Garrett's wound, brow furrowed as he concentrated on knitting the flesh together. Slowly but surely, the large gash on his arm started to seal closed.

"Like what?" Anders asked. "Have we not been getting to know each other all this time?"

"Well, we have," Garrett said, then added, "in a way. Even then, I feel like so much of you is still a mystery. The Grey Warden thing, I get. The apostate thing, I get. Even the whole merging with Justice thing, I get."

"But...?" Anders trailed off.

"But you don't tell me much about you." Garrett watched him closely, searching for any change in his expression. "I've seen you joke around with the others. Then, as soon as I walk into the room, you get all serious and quiet. You've told me plenty about the mages' plight, which is fine, but I just want to know more, you know?"

"Is that your way of telling me that I need to lighten up?" Anders questioned, head cocked to the side as he peered over at him.

Even after the wound was healed, Anders’s touch lingered on his arm.

Neither one of them tried to move away.

"If that's how you choose to take it." Garrett shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't mind being that guy that you can vent to about your frustrations. I'm glad that you trust me enough to share your concerns; but if I'm right about you —and something is telling me that I am— then there's more to you than you let on."

"Okay, and if there is?"

Garrett leaned in with a roguish grin, dark curls falling into warm, brown eyes.

Anders swallowed thickly.

His heart skipped a beat.

"Then I plan on finding out what."

"Heh," Anders laughed in an attempt to cover up how flustered he was. He dropped Garrett's arm as if his skin was on fire, taking a second to brush his hair back behind his ears. "What a tease you are, Garrett Hawke." After a slight pause, he glanced over at him. "What would you know of me?"

Garrett's grin softened into a smile.

"Oh, that's easy," he hummed. "Favorite color?"

"Red," Anders answered without skipping a beat.

Walking around the clinic, he started to straighten up, cleaning every surface as best as he could while taking inventory of his supplies.

"Really?"

"Yeah." For some reason, Anders felt the need to explain further. "It's a very versatile color. Bold and passionate, dangerous yet warm..."

"I'll have to keep that in mind."

Right.

"Anything else, or was this all just an excuse to find out what my favorite color is?"

Garrett snorted.

"I'm just getting started." He leaned his weight back onto his hands, kicking his legs out from the crate he was sitting on. "Tell me, when you're not out striving for mages' freedom, what do you do in your free time?" Garrett thought it over, then took a guess, not even giving Anders a chance to respond first. "Do you like to write?"

Anders wrinkled his nose.

"Not particularly."

"Seriously?" Garrett blinked owlishly at him. "Huh. Interesting."

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing. It's just that you're so good at it."

Wait, did that mean...

"Garrett Hawke," Anders said, "did you actually read my manifesto?"

"Perhaps." Garrett beamed at him, his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Does this mean you'll stop leaving copies all over my estate?"

"Maybe." With his back to Garrett, Anders clutched a pile of clean linens to his chest in an attempt to muffle the pounding of his heart. Anders wouldn't be surprised if Garrett could hear it from across the room. "Maybe I could leave other notes for you to find."

"Now, that's a challenge that I would gladly accept."

"Guess my Circle education is finally paying off," Anders joked. "As for hobbies, though." Anders sighed, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Oh, I don't know. Ever since I last escaped, I can't honestly remember when I've done anything for myself. Back then, I was with the Wardens. After I got away from them, all of my time here has been split between the clinic and the Mage Underground."

"When you're not with me, at least."

"True." He shrugged. "So, yeah. When I'm not playing cards with you lot at The Hanged Man, I don't do much. Pathetic, right?"

"No," Garrett huffed, glaring at him for making that jab at himself. "It means you're dedicated to what you do."

"That's one way of looking at it."

Humming in contemplation, Garrett sat there, deep in thought.

Eventually, he spoke up.

"Well, what would you like to do?"

"Excuse me?"

Garrett rolled his eyes, shaking his head at Anders with a fond smile.

"What would you like to do?" he repeated. "You and Justice?"

"Justice?"

"Is there an echo in here?" Garrett teased. "Yes, you and Justice. Say what you want. You may not 'hear' him, but he must have some kind of influence if you're both two halves of a whole."

"Such a huge simplification of our... arrangement."

"Yet you don't deny it. Come on," Garrett insisted. "The clinic is empty at the moment. I know for certain that today has been a quiet one for the Underground, so let's go have some fun. Alone. Together."

"What do you have in mind?" Anders asked, wary.

"Whatever you want."

Anders considered his options.

Setting the linens aside, the words came to him, unbidden.

"I'd like to go fishing."

At Garrett's surprised look, Anders grimaced.

"My father, he was always a stern man," he explained. A wistful sense of nostalgia settled deep into his bones. "But he was a proud father before my magic manifested."

Anders stared down at his hands, flexing them through the aches from years of healing and spellcasting.

"He used to take me to a lake not far outside of our village. We would take to the docks for hours. I would run around with fistfuls of worms and bugs for bait." Anders scoffed. "Every time I caught something, even if it was just trash, I would get so excited. I could have caught the smallest minnow, and he would brag about how strong I was."

And all it took to destroy that bond was fear.

Anders wouldn't linger on that, though.

"I mean, we don't have to fish, but perhaps we can take a walk down to the docks. Clear our heads a little?" Already, he could see the rhythmic motion of the waves, smell the tang of salt in the air. "Well, if you can sit still for that long."

Garrett chuckled.

Jumping down from his perch, he approached Anders’s position, hesitating before he took his hand into his own.

"For you, I'll try my best."

#dragon age #da2 #garrett hawke #anders #handers #in case i didn’t make it obvious enough i multiship #not always polyam either #i just wanted to actually give Hawke some insight into Anders #i feel like the game could have developed him more beyond mage rights and what-not #but meh that’s best saved for another post #bluerose rambles #bluerose headcanons #bluerose writes #it's not me it's queue

[winterpower98]

I had a good day (my godmother made zhajiang noodles!) and I'm finally done planning the outline for "Calabash" and "Macaque" (for the Double Training AU)

Macaque has to make a decision, and of course being the monkey that he is he's going to be dramatic about it. His main grievance with the twins being friends with Mei (and MK by association) is that it's actively putting his sons closer to danger. He has spent centuries trying to stay invisible/ having no name in demon circles and mainly relying on PIF's connections if he needed anything done. The whole "MK" situation has thrown a wrench into those plans. Cause while he tries to stay a no name, being Wukong's ex friend makes him recognizable, it's just no one questioned him til now assuming he was plotting revenge on the down low or something. But now, him not doing anything is actually drawing attention onto himself.

So he did the thing in canon and staged the whole defeating a big demon thing and becomes MK's mentor. (he just doesn't put a draining seal onto him) Than he let's the rumour mill do it's thing while he basically scout out what MK is actually like. It was mainly a "if my sons are going to hang around him, he better know how to keep them alive" thing, but MK is genuinely likable so at that point Macaque just accepted that his days of laying low is over. (at least your kids have friends now, it's ok Mac XD)

Before the training arc concludes though, I wanna say "Calabash happens near the end of MK's training with Macaque.

So the calabash was confiscated back in "Duplicatnation", Macaque is going to return it around now. The twins haven't been showing it but I expect the two to feel on edge? (only now typing it out that I realize I don't know how to describe it oop-) Basically, they on some level feel that Macaque knew they used the calabash (he doesn't) and took it because he doesn't trust the twins with it. While Macaque saw it as taking away their VR pod because he can't really ground them considering they would probably 1. drive him mad while cooped up and 2. Mac's guilty conscience wouldn't allow that with how much he already restricts how much they go out.

After training with MK, Macaque basically decided he should probably be less controlling in his sons' lives, so he returns the calabash and they have a talk over it.

And to show that he's serious about being a bit more "laissez faire", he let's the twins invite his friends over (which he never did before!) and even trusted them to be fine alone and left to run some errands. (so technically this was Mac's fault really)

They invited both Mei and MK over, Mei arrived first and MK was caught up with work for now. So the twins, totally caught up with having someone at their house and a bit lost on how to host may have left Mei alone in their room for a tad too long. Long enough for her to fumble her way into the calabash somehow (eh I'll figure out the details one day) and not knowing the exit commands, she's a bit stuck. The twins find out after panicking a bit before realizing what happened. MK shows up and questions where Mei was, the twins tell him and table the conversation of "why do you have such a thing" and go straight to "how do we get her out,"

Jin and Yin basically looked at each other, "Dad is going to kill us", and then proceeds to send MK into the calabash with Yin. So funny thing with the calabash that I added like a while ago but didn't mention. Since it's a glorified gaming system, the twins made the inside magic proof to avoid having to do maintenance so often (especially with Red playing with them sometimes), the side effect is that glamour is also useless inside, which never posed a problem. Until now that is :D

So MK stumbles into the calabash takes a look at Yin and questions if he bumped his head. He would have probably asked if not for being interrupted by the return of Porty!Clone.

I basically made it so, due to MK's initial clones being so unstable, he had to physically poof them. He never got to Porty so the clone just stuck around in the calabash. YIn and Jin didn't realize cause the gourd was confiscated and MK didn't know because he never saw the clone around so he thought it was dealt with. Mk was however getting slowing drained due to unconsciously maintaining a clone.

So basically, Mei is having major flashbacks and MK is super on edge. They bonk the clone, Yin teaches the exit command. (Which he had to clarify that Jin came up with it! Mei dignified that with a snort, I'd like to think MK would have appreciated the wizard to oz reference but he was too tired)

When they exit the calabash, they are greeted by Jin without glamour (for solidarity!) and MK has a mostly one-sided vent at them. To be fair, the kid has been dealing with a lot of demon attacks, training and work on top of having his energy drained unknowingly due to an issue that the twins technically created. The twins just kinda accepted that they might have blew it, but tries explaining themselves anyways. Mei being the voice of reason on that day just cut their hangout short and was like. "You two, keeping secrets and also almost putting me in danger? Not cool, but also I can see you didn't mean at least half of that so let's just sleep on it. MK? Just sleep in general. I get why you're snippy right now and that's totes valid but you are not 100% right now my dude."

So they basically made a group chat and smoothed things over, MK sent a fruit basket as an "Sorry I immediately assumed you might have endangered my friend on purpose because you're a demon and I was tired" gift, the twins liked it a lot, mostly because Mei is still their friend and MK seems to be open to hanging out more too.

This also happened at some point.

MK: So......is your dad a demon too?

Jin: Oh, we're adopted

(note how that didn't answer the question-)

This all happens towards the end of MK's training with Mac, in which Macaque after deciding he's seen enough challenges MK to a fight as a test. (He hasn't really been training MK that much tbh, but actual tips is better than vague words of wisdom so MK did pick up a few things, also some basic footwork cause Macaque is adamant that he has to be quick on his feet)

Before the fight got anywhere though, Wukong shows up due a mix of noticing MK's new "not taught by Monkey King" footwork and noticing MK's recent fatigue paired with some rumours along the grapevine. The king showing up is basically Macaque's cue to leave, except the fact that Wukong doesn't let him.

Wukong: What are you doing with my successor? Also while we're at it, how are you alive?! You've been alive??

Macaque: Ah yes, my king, how nice of you to visit. I was just interrogating your cub, after all I expect him to be responsible for the safety of my sons. You must know by now if he’s anything like you, he’s a magnet for trouble, and believe me from what I've seen? He's a lot like you.

Wukong: Your SONS??!!

MK: His cub?

Macaque: Well I said what I said, oh and MK?

MK: ......Yeah?

Macaque: If you ever need to apologise to my sons again, lay off the peaches, they like persimmons.

And he proceeds to put on his human glamour, not explain anything and dips like the dramatic theatre kid he is.

MK(probably 10 minutes later): Macaque is MR. LIU??????

Wukong is not fairing any better and MK is interogating the twins in the groupchat.

If you're wonder where Mac stands now, he is neutral unless his boys are threatened. (So more or less on MK's side tbh)

-💙

(Drawing was sent with another ask)

Mac needed to re-appear in the demon world and he decided that if he had to do that, he will do it in his style Which is as dramatic as possible

Good for him

Macaque really took one step forward and two behind, uh? My guy your sons are disasters, why did you leave them alone with Wukong's successor how does that not spell trouble for you (And I think "on edge" is the best way to describe what the twins were feeling)

And getting out by clicking your heels is a wonderful idea, don't smack talk your brother Yin.

Also, I can just imagine Jin's big brother instincts starting to tingle when MK starts to vent

But Wukong is having so many emotions during his encounter with Macaque! He didn't question him calling MK his son, but Macaque having sons!??! And being alive!?!?! My guy is not going to sleep tonight

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid au #monkie kid #monkie kid au #double training au #winter answer #winterpower98

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read The Eye of the World! Chapter 28: Footprints in Air

Yup, we're back to Whitebridge and I'm up to my old tricks. This reread is going to have spoilers for everything in the whole damn series and if you don't like that, you should skip this post. And maybe block the spoiler tags.

For everyone else, let's talk chapter icons! We've got Moiraine's staff again, and it might as well be her magnifying glass because she is playing detective this time around. She also plays off of Nynaeve, our POV, this time around (and really any time she and Nynaeve are in the same room).

Another legend, and they don’t even seem to notice. She resolved not to stare where they could see. They’ll laugh if they see me gaping like a country bumpkin.

Nynaeve is really good at getting in the way of her own happiness. Moiraine is way too busy contemplating the singular purpose to which she's dedicated her life to at the exclusion of all else like some kind of 90s anti-hero and her statue of a Warder would probably start gushing at Nynaeve about every cool relic he'd ever seen if he thought it would make her smile. While part of Nynaeve's attitude is just about spiting Moiraine, I think her insecurities come from the same kind of logic that Rand observed in how Wisdoms wouldn't possibly be allowed to dance at festivals: she's not allowed to have emotion or she's even worse at her job than everyone treats her already.

The scowl made her feel like a girl who had been caught acting the fool by someone in the Women’s Circle. That was a feeling Nynaeve was not used to, and the calm smile on Moiraine’s face only made it worse.

See what I mean? Nynaeve hasn't let herself be imperfect in a long, long time.

If only there was some way to get rid of the woman. Lan would be better by himself—a Warder should be able to handle what was needed, she told herself hastily, feeling a sudden flush; no other reason—but one meant the other.

"Their romance comes out of nowhere!" - people who clearly didn't read this sentence closely.

It weighed on Moiraine and Lan, too, as outwardly unperturbable as they were. She soon realized that, beneath their calm surfaces, hour by hour they wound tighter and tighter, like clocksprings being forced to the breaking point. Moiraine seemed to listen to things that were not there, and what she heard put a crease in her forehead. Lan watched the forest and the river as if the leafless trees and wide, slow water carried the signs of traps and ambushes waiting ahead.

They spent the last two weeks assuming that they were finally done looking and could get onto the much easier part of their job of fleeing to Tar Valon. Their POVs right now would be absolutely hysterical and full of exciting expletives, most of which Moiraine learned from Siuan.

Then, contradicting what he had just said, he added, “You should go back to your Two Rivers when we reach Whitebridge, and the Caemlyn Road. It’s too dangerous here. Nothing will try to stop you going back, though.” It was the longest speech he made all that day.

Much like Rand, Lan wants to keep his loved ones out of danger. If they were flirting any more strongly, Moiraine would have to look away for decency's sake.

Around the square at the foot of the White Bridge piles of blackened timbers, still leaking smoky threads, replaced half a dozen buildings. Men in poorly fitting red uniforms and tarnished armor patrolled the streets, but they marched quickly, as if afraid of finding anything, and they looked over their shoulders as they went. Townspeople—the few who were out—almost ran, shoulders hunched, as though something were chasing them.

Western Andor really isn't going to recover from Rand's recent tour for years, is it? And Elayne really has her work cut out for her; Whitebridge isn't anywhere near as far away from Caemlyn as Baerlon. It is a distance, but the books have already noted that this is one of the only river crossings anywhere in the continent.

Of course, maintaining the bridge is a complete non-issue because it's magic and not repairable even if it did start breaking anyway. If anything happened they'd have to just scrap it and start all the way over. So the crown would have no strong reason to worry about this place and without any serious military threats (*points and laughs at Altara and Murandy*), funding is quite possibly lower to this place than it is to Baerlon, whose mining territories aren't supernatural so far as we know.

So I guess the worldbuilding for the near collapse of Andorian territory actually checks out in a lot of ways!

The truth of the matter was there was a man somewhere in the town meddling with the One Power. It was time to have the Aes Sedai in; past time, was the way they saw it, no matter what the men said about Tar Valon. Let the Red Ajah settle matters. One man claimed it had been an attack by bandits, and another said a riot by Darkfriends. “Those ones going to see the false Dragon, you know,” he confided darkly. “They’re all over the place. Darkfriends, every one.” Still others spoke of some kind of trouble—they were vague about exactly what kind—that had come downriver on a boat.

This is a rare moment in the series where the rumors are more right than wrong. There was a male channeler in town (even though they couldn't have known that, because Rand did nothing), the Fade attack is basically a Darkfriend, and the trouble did indeed come downriver on a boat. Poor Bayle, being driven off for something that wasn't his fault. On the plus side, it may have saved him from further problems.

He seemed resplendent to Nynaeve, in his peaked helmet and burnished breastplate, until he took a pose just inside the door, with a hand resting on the hilt of his sword and a stern look on his face, and used a finger to ease his too-tight collar. It made her think of Cenn Buie trying to act the way a Village Councilor should.

By the end of the series, quite a few people will have put on costumes they never thought they'd wear. Maybe even this militia guy will have the benefit of growing into his role. He's certainly just a dick now though. What kind of asshole tries to kick Nynaeve out of town?

The Aes Sedai studied the tabletop for a moment before raising her eyes to Nynaeve’s, and when she did, Nynaeve started back from a flash of anger that almost seemed to make Moiraine’s eyes glow. Then her back stiffened, her own anger rising, but before she could say a word, the Aes Sedai spoke coldly.

It's incredible that Moiraine spent years being trained to modulate her emotions, first in the crazy political schemes of Cairhien and then by the White Tower itself, and Nynaeve gets her to be openly angry in just two weeks! She could make anyone break.

And that's a wrap on another short chapter. See ya next time for another Perrin POV!

#let's read #wheel of time #wot #robert jordan #wheel of time spoilers #wot spoilers #nynaeve al'meara #lan al'mandragoran #moiraine damodred

[bearsinpotatosacks]

A Dead Feeling Lingers - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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Bradley wants answers

It was as if he awoke from a dream. He came back to his childhood living room slightly out of breath. Such a painful end, and especially when he was so proud of himself for finally trusting his instincts.

"Oh, honey, it's never easy remembering," his mom said. "Take your time."

She stroked a tear from his cheek. His dad's hand on his back grounded him. He took slow, deliberate breaths despite not needing to breathe anymore. A feeling like he was falling slowly dissipated. He was home now, finally.

"It was just so…" he couldn’t think of the word to describe such a tragedy. "-so painful"

"The explosion, the cold, my head-"

He felt the back of his skull but only felt his gentle curls. Thank goodness for whoever decided not to keep you exactly how you died once you reached the afterlife. With the state he'd been in, he’d be forever on the verge of tears.

His dad held his hand, his top lip trembling as a film of remembrance covered his eyes. Why did Bradshaws have to die so horrifically, and so young? Were they cursed or something?

As he ran through the events in his head again, he realised something didn't align. The last thing he saw had been hopeful. Mav had made contact with the ship, they'd got a rendezvous point. His family had given him a second chance at life so why was he here?

"Wait, you guys kept me alive, Mav was going to get help, why-"

"Why did you still die then?" His dad asked. "We were asking the same thing."

His mom added, averting her eyes,  "That's why we were so surprised you were here, we tried so hard for you to get a chance to live, but it seems it was all for nought."

He had to get answers. Why was he still here? It wasn’t fair. He had so much to do and places to go, who decided it was his time to go?

Darting up from his seat, he began to pace around the room. His hand stroked his chin as he went over and over every inch of his memories. Perhaps he'd missed something. Perhaps he wasn't meant to be here. He could be in a coma, that could explain it. Yet, there was something, an inkling in the back of his head that told him otherwise. 

"Bradley, why don't you sit down, pondering it won't change the outcome," his dad said. "Trust me, I've tried."

"It doesn't make sense," he cried. "None of it makes sense."

His family looked on, concerned. They'd been dead for longer than he had. Their deaths made some logical sense, his didn't. Which meant there was only one thing for it. 

"I need to go back."

Ice shook his head, "Bradley, you can't, I know it's distressing but-"

"No," his dad said. "There is a way."

Their focus went to him. He'd been dead the longest. He should know everything there was to know about being dead.

"Sometimes, through my own choice or not, I got to go back, for birthdays, Christmasses, anything special really. Maybe we could do that, just to see what's happened back in the land of the living."

"You really think we can do it?" He asked.

With a shrug, his dad said, "It's worth a try."

Bradley sat back down on the coffee table and tried not to stare too hard at his dad. He took his hands, then his mom's, who held Ice's, and closed his eyes. Bradley followed. Taking deep breaths, he couldn't help but think of how he'd died in the snow.

"Think of where you want to go," his dad explained.

Maverick's face floated in his hand. He latched onto it. His tears when he found him, his sobs when he thought he'd died, how red he got when he lugged him across the foreign wilderness. He needed to see if he was okay just as much as he needed to see if he'd died.

And in an instant, he found himself in a lonely hospital room. His parents and Ice crowded behind him, he heard them gasp as they saw Bradley's physical body.

His eyes fell onto his own unconscious form. There were machines all around. Something was monitoring his heartbeat, it was steady and didn't falter. Almost artificial. His breathing was steady too. The respirator clicked on the inhale and clicked on the exhale. 

Tubes came in and out of his body. An IV bag on one side, a blood bag on the other and a bag full of yellowish fluid, connected to what he realised was a catheter, that made him shiver. Thick bandages covered his charred hair. Casts covered his legs and hips. 

None of him looked natural. There was a strong absence of scent in the room. Despite the curtains being wide open, there seemed to be a severe lack of light. The damp mood of the room turned everything grey.

Then his eyes moved to the only other thing, or rather person, in the room. Maverick. He held Bradley's hand in a tight grip. There were large bags under his watery red eyes. The lines on his face were deeper as he sat in his desperate mood. 

His breathing was surprisingly calm. Everything about him was just as artificially still as Bradley. He was a statue in the chair next to the bed, the look in his eyes seemed as dead as Bradley was.

"Oh, Mav," his dad said, trying to lay a hand on his shoulder but going through him.

He could see on his dad's face that this was difficult and Bradley realised he'd done this many times before. Life as a ghost could be lonely, he guessed. Floating around and having to watch the people he loved hurt over him again and again would kill him if he wasn't already dead.

Then the door opened but Mav didn't move his head. It was as if he took his eyes off Bradley for a second, he'd slip away from him. 

"How is he?" Phoenix said.

The rest of the crew from the dagger mission trailed in. None of them came in with much urgency or surprise. They held the same glum look that Mav did, which told Bradley that he'd been in this bed for a while.

"The same," Mav replied. "They did another scan earlier, the results should be back soon."

"Let's hope for good news, then."

There weren't enough chairs for all twelve of them, and he was almost certain that having this many visitors wasn't allowed, but none of this was stopping any of them from staying. 

He couldn’t help but wonder what their reactions had been upon seeing him. None of them would've heard Mav's signal, they were never told anything other than what they exactly needed to know. Maybe they were happy he was alive, although his state now would lead to much disappointment. Maybe they were sickened and distraught at how bloody he was and the state Maverick would've been in.

He walked around Maverick, to look at his friends. Phoenix's eyes were red and her cheeks splotchy, she lay her head on Bob's shoulder as Halo lay her head on her's. Hangman was hunched over, occasionally making glances at Bradley but never quite looking fully. Coyote rested his head on his and closed his eyes. Most of the rest of them were scattered in similar forms of disarray, fatigued and forlorn.

Someone else came into the room. A doctor, in blue scrubs, held some kind of clipboard and scanned the platitude of people. She shook her head with a smile, choosing to ignore how many people there were.

"Well, Captain Mitchell-" she nodded at the rest of the aviators. "-and others, we've had the scan back and there's both good and bad news."

Maverick jolted up. The room seemed a bit lighter.

"Good news first,"

She rearranged some papers on her clipboard, "Well, from what the scan showed, his condition hasn't gotten any worse."

"That is good," Bob said.

"Does this mean he'll wake up? Is he going to get better?" Maverick spoke with a spark of hope in his voice.

There was a sparkle in his dull eyes. His age showed less on his face. Bradley had the idea that this was the only thing he was hanging on for.

"I didn't say that," the doctor said. "He hasn't gotten any worse but he has not improved either."

He slumped against his chair and regripped Bradley's hand with both of his. His body was unaware of all this. As still as a statue on that bed.

"But he's still alive," Maverick pleaded.

"Only because he's on life support."

The doctor turned her eyes to her clipboard. Biting her lip, she closed her eyes, preparing herself to say something.

"This news is never easy to say, but, Captain Mitchell, Bradley is brain dead." She said. "His condition hasn't worsened because it can't, his life support keeps everything working but without it, there's just nothing that will keep him alive, there's no signals naturally occurring in his brain to make it so"

"I'm so sorry," she said.

Maverick's head fell in his hands. His breathing went shaky as his body trembled.

"So, he’s going to die?" Phoenix asked.

"He won't while on life support, but off it, he will die," the doctor said. "This isn't like when someone's unlikely to wake up from a coma, Bradley won't wake up."

Mav peeked through his fingers, "So I've got to pull the plug?"

"You don't have to, he can stay like this, but you have to know that he won't wake up," 

She held the clipboard under one arm and sighed, "I'll give you some time to think."

Leaving the room, the rest of the crew shuffled around. Bob gulped and got up, hesitantly heading toward Mav like he was a rabid dog.

"Should we give you some time, sir?" 

Maverick nodded. The group headed for the door, their spirits dampened. Someone let out a whine when they reached the hallway, from what he heard, it sounded like Fanboy.

Phoenix stopped and held a hand on the door, "We won't blame you, whatever you decide."

"Thank you," Mav whispered.

Now he was alone, the mood dampened even more than it already had. He shuffled his chair closer. It screeched across the linoleum floor.

"Rooster," he started, a wave of emotion coming over him. "Bradley"

"I don't know what to say, I don't even know if you can hear me but if you can, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry for doing this to you," he said. "I should've told you what I was doing before I sacrificed myself for you, I should've found you sooner, I should've done something"

"It should be me in that bed, not you."

He broke down into tears. Sniffling, snot wiped on his hands as he cried ugly tears that had been building up inside.

His mom knelt down in front of him. There were tears in her eyes as she went to stroke his face but her hands went through him. Bradley remembered them being close after his dad died, they only really had each other. Yet, he was now realising he'd had to bury everyone he loved.

"Oh, Pete, you don't deserve any of this," she soothed. "None of us blame you, none of this was your fault."

She spoke with experience, as though her and his dad had spent many a time begging the universe for a moment to talk to the people they loved from beyond the veil. His dad joined her. He didn't say much but there was a strong longing in his eyes.

Maverick couldn't hear any of their pleas, however. To him, he was alone in this room with Bradley's lifeless body.

"I knew I'd screw you up somehow, from the first time I held you, even though I promised I'd do my best to protect you, I knew somewhere along the line I'd so something wrong"

"I thought it was when I pulled your papers, but maybe that was just the start, maybe if we'd had more time then we'd know each other more then we'd know each other's tells and this wouldn't have happened."

He lay a kiss on Bradley's bruised knuckles, "But maybe you can find some peace in the next life? Get rid of some of that anger." He stepped back, pensive. "Even if I was partially the cause of all that."

He ruffled the small patches of hair that weren't covered in bandages. Bradley barely looked like himself in all the medical equipment but he swore he could distantly feel Maverick's finger in his own ghostly hair.

"Say hi to your parents for me, and Ice,"

They smiled at him as he got up and called the doctor and his crewmates back into the room. With tears in his eyes, he told them his decision and sat back down to wait for the appropriate staff to be called to turn off his life support.

Bradley got closer and bent down so he was near Maverick's ear. There was a weird feeling in his gut. A strange rumbling making him queasy. An idea popped into his head, maybe he could get a message across to him. Closing his eyes, he focused on his words in his mind. 

"I don't blame you," he said simply.

He didn't expect him to hear it, but in the chaos of the room, Mav began to look around. First, his face stopped on Bradley's body, his body obviously hadn't said anything. His eyes caught a mirror and for a second, Bradley met his gaze. It worked.

But before he could process what he'd seen, more staff members came in crowding Bradley's body with various instruments he couldn’t name. There was chaos for a while. People came and went but soon the room went quiet as everyone looked at Mav.

Despite his disbelief, he lent down, laying a kiss on his forehead and said, "Goodbye, Bradley, I love you."

One by one, the machines turned off. They pulled out the tubes coming out of his body carefully. His respirator went off with a click and his heart rate beeped slower and slower until it eventually flatlined.

Upon hearing the final note, something snapped within Bradley, changing like the wind. His hands tingled as heart wrenching sobs filled the room. 

Yet, the sounds seemed distant. His friends collapsed on each other. The staff gave their condolences as they left the room. Maverick's eyes scanned the room in shock as Bradley smiled at him. His parents waved, Iceman giving a knowing nod. 

Maverick gave a small, yet confused wave as Bradley got lighter and lighter. A wave of calm came over him. Everything would be okay. The other daggers would look after him, Penny and Amelia would look after him, Hondo would look after him.

Looking at his parents, he thought that maybe he could enjoy the afterlife after all.

I found this chapter so hard to write, it was just difficult but reading it back to edit it made me realise it's not bad. Thank you for reading this fic, it was meant to be one, I think, but that was daunting so I made it a three chaptered thing. I hope you enjoyed this!

#bradley bradshaw #nick bradshaw #carole bradshaw #pete mitchell #tom kazansky #top gun #bear writes #a dead feeling lingers #top gun fanfiction #death #angst #hurt/comfort #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster top gun #rooster bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw #goose bradshaw #goose top gun #pete maverick mitchell #maverick top gun #maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #iceman kazansky #iceman top gun #dagger squad

[anatomic-adoration]

3/26/23

It's that time again, I can feel it. Invisible chains weighing down my every limb, threatening to lock me in place under the abyss of my own thoughts. If I don't do something about it soon, then... well, to be honest I'm not sure what would happen. I'm trying to throw myself into my studies. The work is rigorous. If I force myself to focus, keep my hands busy, then it should be enough. We just need to hold out until it passes. The lab got a new shipment of rats to experiment with, and they're really cute. I might smuggle one of the runts home; it's either that or the rat guillotine, so no one will mind. Maybe a pet will keep me occupied enough at home to shake off these intrusive thoughts. The little guy I'm eyeing is adorable; he has a small patch of tan fur on his head shaped like a heart and he always spins in an attempt to win more food pellets. I think I saw a pet store in the strip mall with the coffee shop, so I'll probably swing by after work today to pick up cage and some toys for him. There are definitely worse things I could do on an impulse.

[Later]

I may have been a bit overzealous. The cage wasn't cheap, and despite being labeled "for rats" the bars are too far apart to even stop the runt from getting out. It was a huge pain dragging the full cage filled with supplies back to my apartment, it's big and awkward, much less without the added strain of trying to get through the woods. I probably should've taken the bus, or maybe this is a sign I should work out more, but there's no use dwelling on mistakes. I still managed to get it home in one piece, though I can't say the same about myself.

A branch on the ground snagged my ankle. I was around the halfway point so I just pulled my sock higher in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Later I went to clean it and throw a bandaid on, but the alcohol wipe reopened the wound. I really shouldn't have, but I had to get a few pictures of it. The blood beaded up in a few select spots before merging into one thick puddle. It looked unreasonably cool! In my excitement to get the perfect shot, I let the pool of blood get too thick and it dripped down directly onto the carpet. It's fine, I'll clean it up later. Between the cut, limping, and dragging a full cage that was practically as big as me, it's been a busy evening. A couple people were definitely staring at me dealing with the latter two, but it is what it is.

In the meantime I had to rat proof a room as best I could considering the circumstances. At least until the runt is big enough for the cage to be of any practical use. I also read that rats can get lonely, so tomorrow I plan on going around and collecting the runts from my cohorts as well. Maybe I'll create an army of rats! I'm feeling a lot more calm than this morning, so maybe this whole thing wasn't for naught. First day here and he's already an emotional support buddy.

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Oh my God. I heard a weird scratching sound so I checked to make sure the rat wasn't tearing up the carpet, and he just... ate the blood stain. The sound was his teeth picking at the fibers so he could get a better taste. His little nose smeared with red is the only proof I have that the blood was ever there. I love him.

Dgsjkyx ysjev🤝UK ring o😅eu (I let him walk across the keyboard. He's going to be happy here)

#therapy rats therapy rats therapy rats #journal entry 3

[v5hadow]

WIP Wednesday

Royal Strikers: Chapter 1 Scene 2.3

haha.... Not where I wanted to be when I posted this, as the end still has a (need to write this here) thing still and definitely needs a little smoothing, dialogue tagging, action, etc. especially towards the end. but man it's close enough after most of a month for an initial post. I'm already guessing next week is either a filler-ish bit or the next section of Futaba's Lost and Found Services since the ending of the next major scene eludes me and has for a little while. And today one of my tarot deck also was a snarky little thing about this story it seems. Like needed sass, but that isn't the deck to do that normally.

Yuuki looked up and behind him to look at Akira as he said, “And well, Akira’s here and is supposed to be hanging out with his friends all summer. What are his parents going to care if he, and by extension Morgana, is in Tokyo or Kyoto or wherever?”

Akira took a deep breath in. “That’s… true.” 

“Can confirm, they did literally say ‘have fun in Tokyo or whatever.’” Morgana tried teasing between purrs.

“Soooo. What is your mom going to say about a few weeks of skipping rehab?” Ann asked as she toyed with the small knitted doll of a red cat.

“Mom seemed fine if my docs were,” Ryuji answered while waving his hand. “And I already promised my docs I’ll be doing the exercises I can outside of their offices and to not overdo it.”

Makoto added the question of “What about grades or money?”

Ryuji looked at Makoto seemingly confused on the question but responded, “Eh, I can likely still do so? Mom’s normally pretty good about most things involving me and school, and she’s never really questioned too much about money?”

“Just using Aki and-“ Yuuki started before stopping as he got squeezed by Akira with the arm around his waist. He flusterly continued, “Nii…Makoto’s presence in the group should help you.” 

Ryuji leaned back into his chair, about to tilt onto two of its legs. “You all are way too worried for no reason.” 

“And you two don’t have to be so attached right now.” The grumbling from Morgana caused the two to shift, Yuuki slightly away, only to keep a grip on Akira’s hand. Akira near immediately adjusted to use his partner’s shoulder as a pillow and finished with sticking his tongue out at the cat-like monster .

As the boys moved, Futaba gave an especially rough pat as she told him, “You have no room to talk, Morgana.”

Haru hid a little laugh before telling the protesting creature “Mona-chan, you’ve been getting pets from Taba-chan and I since we came up here.”

“He’s just jealous about not getting much attention from Lady Ann in comparison to her omiyage,”Akira quipped. 

Ann gave an exaggerated sigh, though still smiling as she stated, “If he wants pets, all he has to do is ask.” Morgana very quickly left his space with Futaba to twirl around Ann’s legs before eventually ending up in her lap getting more pets.

“Frankly Mishima, I'm surprised you aren’t the most free since Akira is here.” Yusuke said as he closed his sketchbook.

With a slight wince, Yuuki explained, “I have a summer job my parents insisted I get. Otherwise yeah, I probably would be.”

Haru quietly asked, “Do you think they made you get a job to keep you away from Akira?” “I’ve met them and yeah totally possible.” Ann’s voice held a fiery dislike. 

“Agreed.” Ryuji also not looking especially happy. 

“Maybe, I don't know. I think they think I’m getting up to something scandalous since I stopped being volleyball captain a few weeks ago.” Yuuki received a few sympathetic glances and a squeeze of his hand. 

“Remind me how that happened again? The becoming captain bit.” Ryuji asked.

“Dr. Maruki.” Yuuki quickly interjected before anyone else could answer. 

“More like all the team recognizing him as the one who did the most after Shiho jumped to correct things. It happens to be close timing though.” Ann insisted.

Makoto backed Ann’s statement up with the fact, “You wouldn’t have still been captain if it was just Maruki’s doing, Yuuki-kun.”

“I didn’t do that much! I barely apologized to everyone I hurt because of Kam-him. And I’m still pretty bad at volleyball.” Yuuki curled a bit into himself, breaking Akira’s hold on his hand while doing so.

“You are good at making sure tasks get done without hounding people about it and just generally organized.” Futaba listed off.

Akira scooted Yuuki back over to hug him as he said, “You looked pretty good whenever we caught your practices.” 

A small raise in Yuuki’s mood began as he denied their claims.“You are very biased.”

“And you have that one video I saw!” Haru tried her hand at arguing the point of Yuuki’s skill.

“Star player of the match of several games during the spring, apparently.” Makoto agreed.

“Between you and Sumi, at least I’m not the only sports person!” Ryuji raised his fist for a bump.

“You all have way too much confidence in me.” Ryuji started to lower his hand which brought with it his mood. Yuuki rolled his eyes before finishing the fist bump before Ryuji could finish pulling his hand away. He then said, “I still can’t believe, of all the things that happened around New Years, that’s the thing that stuck.”

“I find it refreshing that you have the everyday recognition of what you’ve done. Most things the rest of us have done ebb and flow with our popularity. Even worse as a group.” Yusuke spoke up.

Yuuki sighed before reminding everyone, “On the note of everyday and thieves, I’ll also have more moderating to do too on the Phan-site due to everyone ELSE being off for summer too. It’s quieter, especially compared to last year, but not something I can completely ignore.”

“Hey, you’ve got a team to help with that!” Futaba loudly announced while pointing at Yuuki. She looked around the room before shrugging as she continued, “Not that anyone here but me is really gonna help with it. But Chihiro-san and Midorikawa would be very disappointed.”

“Aww, Yuuki, you sure can’t put it down for yet another vacation for us?” Akira teased while pulling Yuuki even closer again.

The smaller boy pulled a little away before smiling at his boyfriend. “I’m sure, but I’ll definitely be trying to keep it down.” “Though holidays never seem to work out in our favor.” 

“Yeah, Christmas Eve sucked from every direction.” Ryuji nodded along.

Futaba agreed, “The site’s backlash didn’t help and beyond then things got weird.” 

Ann added, “Everything third semester was weird.” 

“Agreed.” Haru nodded. 

“Golden Week I know was pretty rough for you, Akira.” Makoto sympathized.

Akira shook his head as he said, “My hometown is pretty weird every so often at that time of year, but was thinking Hawaii.” 

“Wow, do you guys have shit luck.” Ryuji joked.

Yuuki grumbled out, “We weren’t even-“

Ryuji cut off his friend, saying, “Yeah, yeah we know you were sorting your head back together after your boyfriend talked to your Shadow.”

Yusuke attempted to correct, “Ryuji, I believe he was referring to you and Ann having to bunk the night in their room.”

“Oh, I thought you were going to say something about when Ryuji dragged the three of you to hit on girls.” Ann added.

Yuuki practically squeaked out, “When do you all think we got together?!” He then fairly quickly covered his mouth and cheeks with his hands.

A cacophony of answers, most seeming to indicate last summer. 

Haru was the last to answer, stating, “Oh I thought it was right before you all met me, while I had Morgana.”

Said cat laughed as he lept on to the table. “Closer but nope, it was while Akira was in hiding.” 

“What do you mean December?” Ryuji shouted. 

Futaba rolled her eyes as she corrected, “It was November.”

“How, how are Morgana and Futaba the only ones even close on that?” 

“Did Akira ever tell us?” Makoto questioned the rest of the group.

“He literally told you all to leave right before their first date!” Mongana defended.

“Seriously, Aki.” Yuuki muttered as he buried his face into his boyfriend’s shoulder.

Ryuji defended his assumptions, “I thought he meant their first since he didn’t die!”

“Same!” Ann seemed to express for most of the rest of the group.

“The only time they almost went on a date before November got almost immediately crashed by Shinya.” Futaba almost cackled from her spot by the window.

Ryuji rubbed the back of his head as said, “Felt like I’d run into those two near Takeshita Street almost every time I was at Harajuku last year.”

“I thought the planetarium… No, nevermind.” Makoto shook her head. 

Morgana rolled his eyes, before explaining, “Yuuki always had a Phan-site excuse, right?” A round of agreement from everyone. “And you all would join and neither ever argued?” 

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Ryuji narrowed his eyes

 “Not much, just all of you, including Sumire-chan and Akechi, had more successful potential dates than the lovebirds?”   

Neither of the boyfriend pair paid much attention once Morgana took control of the conversation. Instead Akira focused on reassuring his partner. “What, if anything it’s funny they think we were dating for longer than we have been.” Akira shrugged, mostly with the shoulder the smaller boy wasn’t on. “That’s a lot of almost dates they can think of honestly.”

“It's not really funny, it's more-” The alarm of a phone rang out in the middle of his sentence. Yuuki finished his sentence as he fished his phone out of his pocket as he stood up, “Frustrating.” 

“And embarrassing?” Akira softened as he asked.

“A little?” Yuuki then raised his voice back to something the entire room could hear as he shut off the alarm, saying, “And unfortunately, that alarm was my signal that I have to head out.”

Ryuji patted his friend’s arm as he confirmed, “Junes, yeah?” He got a confused nod but definitely didn’t stop a smile from starting to come back.

Both boys sitting on the crate bench were up and approaching the stairs.

“Good luck!” Makoto offered.

“Take no prisoners!” Haru playfully encouraged.

Futaba leaned back, taking up more of the ledge. “We’ll likely just shoot the breeze until dinner, so don’t worry.”

Yusuke took that moment to interject, “In that case, let us speak of modern art and-

“Anything but that. Hey Yuuki, I'll join you!”

“You want to potentially end up in front of a grill?”

“Yeah, nope. See ya.”

“At least it isn’t the bear mascot costume.” Akira’s jovial mood spread confusion across almost all the teens.

Makoto expressed her disbelief with a “But the mascot isn’t a bear?” 

“Where in Japan do they have a bear mascot?” Haru tilted her head to the side. 

“No idea but apparently Inaba. But I need to go before I miss my train.”

“Bye, Yuuki!” Ann smiled and shot a fast directing glance at Akira before returning to the departing Thief, who took a deep breath. She then quickly tried to bring the focus on to herself and a modeling gig she did in a Junes a few months ago.

“We’ll talk more tonight?” Akira softly asked.

“Definitely.”

“Stay here?”

“Of course. All you had to do is ask.”

(insert yuuki kissing corner of akira’s mouth, Akira fully on lips) 

“Stealing kisses now?”

“Only yours”

Akira was slow to tune back to the world around him as he sat back down. The group had moved on to listening to a story of Yusuke getting cheap vegetables but was swiftly interrupted by Ryuji asking their leader, “Your hometown for real has a Junes with a bear mascot?”

#persona 5 #wip wednesday #p5 #mishima yuuki #amamiya akira #shuyuu #sakamoto ryuji #morgana #sakura futaba #niijima makoto #okumura haru #takamaki ann #kitagawa yusuke #phantom thieves #royal strikers #2.3/? #the next relationship tag added has halved how long to when I reference it first #but yeah #I definitely missed the window I should post this by #mostly by not hitting the post button due to tag wrangling

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i keep coming back to 13, flynn x reggie

Flynn let out a yawn as she ride the elevator to Julie's place. This had been the week from hell honestly, and she felt burnt to a crisp. If it weren't for the mandated group movie night this evening, Flynn would have spent it face down on her couch, empty glass of red on the table beside her.

She didn't even bother to knock, just barging into Julie's apartment. She figures if she and Luke were stupid enough to be fooling around out in the living room when they were expecting company over, then they deserved to get walked in on. Thankfully they are both clothed when Flynn comes in, flopping on the couch with a yelled "Hey!"

Julie sings out from the kitchen, getting her, and Luke comes over, already handing Flynn a large glass of wine. "This is why you're my favourite."

Luke grinned, but then whispered, "Jules told me you had a hard week, figured this was needed."

"You're both my favourite then," Flynn amended. "Where's the rest of the crew?"

Alex and Willie walked in the door as soon as she asked, calling out their hellos, stealing the prime couch spots across from her. Willie grinned and waved, talking Alex's ear off about the patrons from his art exhibit while Alex just looked at him adoringly, barely sparing Flynn a glance, making her vow to toss popcorn at him later.

Reggie rushed in a few minutes later, panting and tossing his barista apron onto the hat rack by the door. "I hate people! Why does everyone need five pumps of flavour and fifty million million sugars? What is wrong with coffee?"

"It's farming is harmful to environment?" Willie postered.

"Harvesting practices often screw over independent farmers?" Alex added.

"It tastes fucking disgusting and you know it Peters," Flynn concluded. "You don't even drink it yourself! Now go get washed so we can get our movie on."

Reggie stuck his tongue out at her, but flew off to the bathroom, emerging damp a few moments later, and in fresh clothes, but when he slumped onto the couch next to Flynn, she could still smell coffee off of him. But he was warm and comfy next to her, and since Julie had pulled Luke onto the love seat with her, there was nowhere else for him to sit.

The movie started, and Flynn found she was struggling to pay attention. Her hellacious week and the large glass of wine were catching up to her, so she slumped back onto the couch, blinking and trying to stay awake. But then Reggie yawned, stretching out his arm, and pulling her in, winking at her when she scowled playfully. "You can sleep you know, no one would blame you. Alex always picks the weird German expressionist films when he gets movie dibs."

Flynn let her head rest on Reggie's chest, inhaling the scent of coffee, of his cedar body wash, the fabric softener on his clothes. "Just wake me before we get to Willie's choice, I really wanna see how far into it we get before Julie screams about the blood."

"Can do," Reggie replied, grinning as her head dropped, her breathing slowing almost immediately. However, now he found himself with an armful of pretty girl, warm and content after a hard shift, and well, the movie was really boring, so he let his head loll back, promising himself he was only going to rest his eyes for a moment before promptly falling asleep.

It was hours later when Julie let herself even look at the screen, scowling at Willie and Alex who shrunk under her glare. "This is the last time you two get to pick both movies for movie night," she vowed. Luke snickered behind her, as he didn't mind her hiding her face in his chest during the gory parts of the movie that Willie had picked, not at all.

All eyes flew to Reggie, expecting him to have some sort of witty quip, but then they saw it; Flynn and Reggie passed out together, curled up, and looking adorably cute. "Awwww," Alex cooed. "Someone take a picture so they can't deny it happened when we wake them."

"Don't wake them, they both had really long days," Julie said, but that didn't stop her from pulling out her phone and snapping the shot. She then threw a blanket over them, grinning when they hadn't moved by the time she and Luke were ready for bed.

Though she did have to suppress a squeal when the next morning, the couch was empty, and Reggie's bed was full. She smirked as she sent the both of them the pictures she had taken, and wondered how long it would be before they had them saved as their phone backgrounds.

#filled prompts #fleggie #julie and the phantoms #ficlet