#well. i guess it depends on how they finish her story

[samarecharm]

Cant believe they wont let me farm that fucking teddy bear

#chattin #strikers liveblog #8800 EXP AND U WONT LET ME FARM HIM. FUCKA YOU #CANT HAVE SHIT IN DETROIT !!!!!!! #anyway the fight was tedious. i was hoping for a big reward for beating this fucker #but i was too focused on the exp to see the item it may have dropped #wack #i had ryuji yusuke and haru on my team #i DISTINCTLY remember when i was running for my life leveled 18 that it had mapsio #but i didnt realized it drained psi. so haru was kinda like. useless. im sorry girl. #i wanted to do it again w morgana and sophia but he didnt respawn :( #wack… #i didnt finish the snow city yet; im still grinding bc im out of control #and i get a rush fusing new personas LMAO #i guess when i get tired of it; ill go fight this woman #so funny; the game can try all they might. but i do not think i will sympathize w a politician lol #well. i guess it depends on how they finish her story #but if u want this kind of idea to land well; it needs to be w relatable people. not. mayors….

[that-basic-simp]

Blood & Bruises PT. I

Mizu X Fem!Reader CW: Blood WC: 1.2k+ Uses he/him and she/her pronouns for Mizu. Changes depending on who is being spoken to.

"Again, Mizu?" I asked as she stumbled into the house with blood dripping down her upper body. Puffs of her breath could be seen as well as the sound of her heavy breathing.

Slowly nodding her head, she walked towards me, immediately collapsing. Rushing up, I caught her before she could fall. Sighing, I carefully laid her down and that was when the door opened up.

"Go away. I need to treat someone," I stood up, turning around. "Oh, Ringo. My apologies."

"And Taigen," Taigen poked his head out from the left side of Ringo.

"Quickly, get in here. Actually, Taigen, leave."

"Why do I need to leave?"

"I need Ringo's help."

"He doesn't have hands."

"Not in that way. He knows how to make medicine for Mizu. You know, medicine Mizu will actually take," I shot a glare towards her.

I knew Ringo knew about Mizu, but Taigen still doesn't know. I don't want him finding out without Mizu telling him. She should be the one to inform him of her true identity. But would it even matter to him at that point? All he sees her as is a monster. That's all he'll ever see her as.

"Fine," Taigen said and walked away from the front door.

Ringo stepped inside and closed the door.

"Get to making the medicine," I said and walked to where Mizu was laying.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/N," she breathed out.

"Save your breath," I sighed. "I'm just glad you come back to me in one piece."

Removing her top, I found the stab wounds were by the top of her shoulder, the left and right side of her abdomen, and one in the center. Typical Mizu. Always stepping in front of harm's way.

"You do know you're supposed to block with your sword. Not your body."

"Sorry I can't help it," Mizu said in a serious tone.

"Lighten up, Mizu. I was joking. I know you can't help it."

"Then why say it?"

"To get you to smile. You're pretty when you smile. Or handsome. Whichever you prefer."

"Either is fine, but handsome in front of Taigen."

"Understood. But I am speaking the truth. You are pretty when you smile. And when you let your hair down. Does it need to be trimmed?"

"No. The length is fine. And I only let it down when I bathe."

"I know. Which you need to do since there is a lot of blood. You can bathe in my bathroom and I'll sew your clothes back together. Sound good?"

"Yeah. Thank you, Y/N."

"Anything for you, Mizu. Ringo, is that medicine ready?"

"Getting there."

"Of course," I breathed out, continuing to stitch Mizu's wounds. "How are you not dead?"

"I don't think I can die, even if I tried to."

"Mizu, the last thing I need you to do is die on me. You still have a mission you need to do."

"And I will get it done. No matter what it takes."

Once I had finished stitching up the wounds, Ringo came over and handed Mizu a hot bowl filled with broth and vegetables. After she finished it, she headed towards my room to get undressed and to bathe. She even set her clothes outside so I could have easier access to them. Heading outside, I began to rinse the blood from her clothing. Every time she visits or comes by, she's always bleeding. I guess I solidified a place for her as a trustworthy person. Because I never judged her when I first found her almost bleeding out in the snow. Even after everything she told me, I still cared for her like how my parents cared for me.

"You don't have to do that for him, you know," Taigen came over to me.

"Do what?"

"Take care of him. He can take care of himself."

"I know Mizu can, but who will take care of Mizu when he himself can't?"

"What?"

"He can't stitch up every wound he gets. He can't even make medicine without Ringo. Someone needs to watch after him at times. But in battle, that's a different story."

"Have you seen him fight?"

"I have," I said.

"He's a monster," Taigen whispered.

Reaching down, I grabbed a soaking wet towel and smacked him with it.

"Hey! What was that for?!"

"Mizu is not a monster."

"Clearly you haven't met him."

"I have. I know of his eyes. I know of his heritage."

"And you don't think he's a monster?"

"No. He's just another person."

"That is a monster."

"You need to stop thinking about how you were raised and think of Mizu. You were one of his childhood bullies, weren't you?"

"I was."

"And yet you're working with him."

"I am making sure he doesn't die by another person's hands. Him and I are set to duel one another."

"Ah yes, because the mighty Taigen never loses. Not ever. And yet wasn't your top knot cut off by him?"

"Yes."

"And you have yet to do the same to him. Shows how strong he is compared to you."

"He could never beat me."'

I turned and faced Taigen with a 'are you serious' look, "Wasn't he also the one who showed that you could be taken down by a chopstick? While he was still recovering too?"

"Who told you that?"

"Same person who told me about you and the fight at the Shindo-dojo," I said.

"Mizu," he snarled.

"Don't think I don't know everything about you, Taigen. Mizu tells me everything."

"Why?"

"Simple: he trusts me."

"Or he's looking at sleeping with you."

"Mizu is not that kind of person."

"You don't know him."

"You're right, I don't. And neither do you."

Taigen scoffed and walked off. I kind of hated talking to him whenever he talked down about Mizu. Picking my head up, the window to my room was open and Mizu was leaning against it, a smile on her face. I waved up to her and she waved back to me. After cleaning her clothes, I walked inside and hung them up before getting her a kimono to wear. Knocking on the door before sliding it open, Mizu has dried off and was wearing her chest binding and undergarments.

"Your clothes are drying. Here," I handed her a kimono.

"Thank you," she said.

"Y-Your arms," I noticed her forearms. They were covered in bruises. Scanning down, I found she also had bruises on her calves and shins.

"Training weights," Mizu said.

"Where else do you have bruises?"

Mizu stood up and put the kimono on. There were bruises on her thighs and abdomen as well. How did I miss those?

"Like my wounds, I get a lot of bruises, too."

There were scars along her upper body, close to or exactly at the same place she repeatedly got wounded at. Now that I could see them, there was faint bruising on her lower abdomen, where her stomach was. I let out a sad sigh, shaking my head.

"I'm worried about you, Mizu."

"You don't need to worry about me, Y/N," she wrapped the kimono around her body, tying it together with the belt.

"But I do. I worry every time you leave this place and when you come back bloodier than before."

"It's what happens when you're on the path for revenge."

"When you heal, and you're not leaving until those stitches come out," I pointed a finger at her. "Please promise you will be careful out there."

"I-I'll try to, Y/N."

That's all that mattered. Is that she would try to. Stepping towards her, I pulled her in for a rare hug only we share. I had feelings for Mizu, there was no denying it. But I don't think she had feelings towards me that I knew of. Her arms wrapped around me and she held me close.

#bes mizu #mizu x reader #mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai

[ivymarquis]

Blind Date

Me: “why the fuck is this fic taking so long to finish?”

The fic: *is the longest singular piece I’ve ever written for one chapter*

Pairing| John Price x F!Single Mom!Reader Rating| M Word Count| 8.4k Kinks/Content/Warnings| Drinking (everyone is clear headed), run ins with a shitty ex, mentions of abuse from prior relationship, these two are incredibly down bad for each other, oral (m! and f!receiving), protected piv, squirting

There is a certain catharsis in lamenting your dating horror stories with men to a married lesbian who’s over a decade older than you. Kate is always willing to lend an ear, and you’re positive that she gets a kick out of your misadventures in the way so many married people did while listening to their single friends.

“I swear I’m this close to just giving up all together and embracing spinsterhood,” you grouse with a drink in your hand after the work day had concluded.

You like to think your standards aren’t unreasonable. Someone kind, with their head on straight. It felt like finding a man who respects you as a person is becoming too big an ask and you very simply would rather be alone than deal with the endless hoard of men who seem hell bent on destroying any confidence you have in yourself.

“What about the guy you went out with yesterday?” Kate inquires with her head tilted. Must be fun, listening to your ramblings with a devoted partner at home.

“Oh did I not tell you? He was engaged!”

Kate pulls a face like her drink soured on her, matching how you’d felt at the time.

“Even better- guess how I found out he’s engaged.”

“She showed up at the restaurant?” Kate hits the nail on the head on the first try.

“Bingo,” you raise your glass in a gesture of affirmation before finishing it off. “Somehow I ended up being the one getting yelled at in that situation. Un-friggin-believable.”

You don’t abuse your work privileges to creep on people you meet in your personal life, but public record could have spared you if he’d been married. Harder to find out about an engagement from a total stranger who was determined to not let you find out about it and didn’t have social media.

“There’s always the other side,” Kate teases.

“Women scare me too much, I get all nervous.” You could appreciate an attractive woman as much as the next gal but good God you just could not help yourself when it came to men. The subtle way their breathing would change before they made their move, that low timber growling in your ear. The sheer weight of one on top of you as he manhandled you into the bedding-

Dear Lord, you need to get laid. Maybe you’re fixating on it too much because you’ve had an over 2 year dry spell. That tends to happen after a baby though. Especially with a pain in the ass ex who thinks he can pick and choose when to be around (and becomes absolutely incensed each time you remind him he could be consistent or he could stay home).

Kate is thoughtful for a moment, clearly kicking around an idea she hasn’t fully committed to in one direction or another. You can see the moment she decides to proceed with the thought. “Depending on what exactly you’re looking for, I might know someone.”

—

And here you are on a Saturday night, nerves clawing at your belly like a rabid dog.

Most (well, all) of the men you’ve dated you met online. There’s almost additional butterflies beyond the first-meet jitters knowing that the date is set up by a mutual friend.

There’s more at stake, even if the stakes are relatively low pressure. If the guys you met online did something incredibly out of pocket you never had to see them again, and held no qualms divulging the events to friends. Your romantic life has been full of misadventures but has given you a handful of stories, and as strangers you never have to consider any possible fallout in telling those stories.

Your son is with your mother for the night, allowing you the opportunity to focus solely on yourself this evening. No concern about keeping an eye on him while getting ready, worrying about what possible trouble he’ll get into when your back is turned.

It is hard at times- striking that balance between wanting to be a good mom and also wanting to be acknowledged as a desirable woman who has needs. A lot of men are shitty about it. You’d grilled Kate for every detail of his reaction when being informed of your young son. You don’t need another ambush regarding your disinterest in making it work with your son’s father.

She’d soothed your nerves- he hadn’t batted an eye, was about as worried about your reaction to how often his job pulled him away as you were about him having a poor reaction to being a single mom. You both have responsibilities that have to be placed above a relationship, now go play nice and have fun.

You tell yourself you can have one drink while waiting at the bar of the restaurant you’d agreed to meet at.

White wine ends up being your pick- not quite so easy to suck down as a tasty cocktail full of liquor, but gives you something to occupy yourself with.

You’ve only had the drink a handful of minutes before hearing someone clear their throat slightly behind you, and then your name.

Kate has shown you a photo of what he looks like so you’re not caught off guard when you turn around.

He’s handsome. You expect that but it’s different seeing him opposed to just the photo. Kind eyes, a warm smile on his face as he takes you in.

At least you both seem pleased with the big reveal.

“I’ve got a table waiting for us if you’re ready, love.”

He holds out a hand to let you balance yourself as you dismount from the bar seating, allowing you to steady yourself in your heels.

His hand is warm on your waist as he guides you and you’re already smitten by the time the pair of you sit down.

You’re fifteen minutes into dinner when you decide that so long as he a) is willing and b) doesn’t say or do anything completely deranged, you are going to ride Captain John Price like a mechanical bull at a shitty dive bar at the end of the night.

Perhaps the bar is in hell but either way you have been utterly deprived the past few years and he is checking plenty of boxes for you.

“So you work with Kate?” Starting off on the easy footing- the common ground that leads you both here.

“I do. Not directly- I work more on the tech side. I’m an independent contractor, I basically built the entire system she runs off of.”

“Beauty and brains,” his praise warms you, an impressed expression on his face. “Would explain how we’ve never crossed paths if you were hiding in a backroom surrounded by monitors,” he teases.

“You’re actually not that far off the mark,” not that you hide persay, but keeping that contract keeps a roof over your head and food in your child’s mouth. That keeps you busy. The fewer people who know how to work your program, the harder you are to get rid of.

You may or may not have hidden a few kill switches. Job security you call it. Though it’s not exactly first date material to talk about how you’ve got a government agency in a mutual understanding- keep extending your contract, and the program continues to work.

Either way, you don’t have much contact with the soldiers. Maybe you have passed each other in the halls but probably not- you’re certain a face like that wouldn’t have escaped your notice, introduction via a mutual friend or no. But you decide to utilize that mutual friend to shift the conversation. He’s hedged around talking about his work- on his end, sees that as the thing that might be a deal breaker for you. Probably wants to delay that until you've at least gotten your entrees.

So you go from business to hobbies. And it’s probably not entirely fair, but you’re about to see what his sense of humor is.

“Kate mentioned you’re a big soccer fan?” You make sure your expression is wide and doe eyed as you ask the question.

His eyebrow twitches- caught, no doubt, between wanting to leave a good first impression and biting back it’s football over here, love.

You crack far quicker than you initially plan, the wide grin on your face as you let him off the hook he’s good naturedly trying not to bite.

“Beauty, brains, and a comedian, lucky me.”

“I’m sorry, I had to. In fact, it was in her terms for this,” you make a vague gesture with your hand.

“Trust Kate to wheel and deal just to get my blood pressure up,” he muses as he takes a sip from his drink.

The conversation rolls easily enough- an ebb and flow as one of you poses a question, the other answering before allowing the first to say their contribution to the subject and moving on.

He’s charming, attentive, and a good storyteller. The way he carries himself screams military without being overbearing. He’s relaxed back into his chair and something about the scene in front of you makes you want to climb into his lap like a domesticated house cat.

Being the field captain to a specialized task force it’s no shock that he’s in incredible shape and you find yourself slightly distracted on more than one occasion by his hands and forearms.

The food is wonderful though the company is better- you end up moving back to the bar for fresh drinks and to free up the table for the server.

You spend a good length of time just talking with him at the bar.

John’s attention is on you but it’s clear he’s proverbially chewing on something the further on you go.

“That is the look of someone with a question they’re not entirely positive they want an answer to,” you’ve got a habit of being a touch direct at times. Amazing how it streamlines a conversation though.

“Observant one, aren’t you?” He pauses, takes another sip of his drink. “It’s probably none of my business, but ah- is your son’s father in the picture at all?”

It was your turn to take a drink. This was always such a fun topic of conversation. Frankly the number of men who took your ex’s side when the whole custody arrangement gets brought up alarms you.

But he has a right to his son.

Fuck that.

Your child is not property and you do not give a singular shit about your ex’s feelings- especially if it comes at the expense of your son’s safety. But it saves you a substantial amount of time not wasting energy on someone who could not understand the reason for your decisions.

“The short answer to the question is no. I had already left him by the time I found out I was pregnant, and given I left because he’s a raging alcoholic- with the emphasis on the rage-,” what a nice, polite way to say he is an abusive asshole. Your gaze shifts down towards the bartop, missing the way John’s expression softens as he reads between the lines of what you say. They’re not pleasant memories, but you’re not a wounded bird anymore- you’ve tended to your clipped wings and grown new feathers. “I didn’t want him involved.”

“He ended up finding out from a mutual acquaintance, and while he claims he wants to be around, he hasn’t done much other than blow my phone up at midnight trying to throw his weight around every time he gets a new girlfriend. So I get to be the cold blooded harpy that he gets to cry about- which is fine by me. On paper he says he wants to be involved, but he’s made absolutely no effort to arrange plans or anything while sober. I haven’t seen him in over 2 years. I can’t trust him to be a safe parent, and since he’s not on any official records I get final say unless he wants to go to court over it.”

Your whole little house of cards hinges on the fact that your ex wants everyone to bend over backwards for him while doing nothing for anyone else. All it would take would be one subpoena for a paternity test and your hands would be tied. He is an incredibly functional alcoholic, so there isn’t a criminal record or anything you can do to prove he would be unfit. There’s no proof of the abuse he inflicted on you.

Which means, if push comes to shove, you would be forced to relinquish sole custody and hand your child over for unsupervised visitation.

But that requires effort on his part. And that effort is the only thing keeping your little house of cards afloat.

“Sorry that’s probably way more information than you wanted-“ good job. Everything was going great until you laid out your drama.

“No apology necessary; I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”

And there’s no lecture about how you should give your ex a chance, that the opportunity to raise his son could make him change for the better. No dissertation on how you owe it to your son to do whatever it took to make things work with his father (that had been a weird way to end a date, and the only reason you hadn’t gotten up sooner and left was because it was such a bizarre conversation you’d half convinced yourself the whole thing had to be a bad dream).

You’re not a wounded bird and on the one hand it’s a good thing to get everything laid out on the table, but on the other you don’t want to sit and mope about your personal troubles. You’re actually enjoying John Price’s company, and don’t want to think about your problems.

And yes you are enjoying the time for what it is but part of you can’t help but also keep an eye out for… any opportunities for a transition.

As hot under the collar as you are, John’s gaze makes warmth coil in your gut in a way that has nothing to do with the wine- he’s being a gentleman.

It’s sweet. He’s being polite and respectful and showing sexual discipline while making it clear he’s interested.

And for all your bemoaning of prior dates with other men who aren’t captains of specialized task forces about how they were too pushy and too presumptuous and a nice dinner paired with drinks doesn’t entitle them to you dropping your panties—

Yet here you sit, hours into a conversation when you’d decided 15 minutes in you want to jump his bones. And you have to be patient otherwise you’re a total hypocrite.

You’re not entirely subtle. The pair of you are perched on barstools again, much closer than the table allowed you to be with the two of you angled towards each other.

Your dress looks good on you. A jewel toned blue that compliments your skin beautifully, the hemline stopping above your knees and loose enough to bounce tantalizingly when you hit your stride walking.

It’s not exactly an olive branch, but it is an offering of sorts when you carefully take the leg closest to John and cross it over the other. The hemline of your skirt slips up your thigh, exposing more of your leg. It stops just shy of exposing the top of your stockings and the clip to your garter. It does show just a hint of the darker border to your stockings, the lace peeking ever so slightly before transitioning to the sheer material that covers the rest of your legs.

You’re incredibly pleased with yourself when his eyes flick down for a split second and linger before snapping back to your face. Got you. He tries to hide behind being caught with a sheepish clearing of his throat. It’s adorable, really.

Your cheeks are starting to get sore from all the smiling and laughing that’s occurred over the past few hours. But he’s pleasant company so it’s a discomfort you’re happy to deal with.

You look past him for a split second- nothing in particular catching your attention but just taking in the scenery of the restaurant behind you. Your eyes are back on him in a moment only for your brain to process what it saw after a delay.

There’s no fucking way-

Yes. Yes there is. Your ex is mingling in the background, and you don’t even realize the smile on your face has fallen to a flat line like all the previous giddiness is draining out of you and pooling on the floor below.

It would not take a captain of an antiterrorism task force to see your sharp shift in disposition, so John notices immediately.

“Everything alright, love?”

Maybe he won’t see you. Maybe, if there is a God and he is merciful, your ex won’t look in your direction, won’t see you, and you can continue your cheerful plan of trying to seduce your date.

And whether there is not a God or he is just not merciful- either option remains with you having the same shit result. He turns his head and makes direct eye contact. God damn it.

You look back to John. You’d hoped you could move past talking about your ex for the evening. “Remember how I said I haven’t seen my ex in over 2 years?”

There’s a twinge of relief on his face- the look of a man grateful to not be the cause of your displeasure.

“Let me guess- he’s right behind me?”

“Not quite “right behind”, but yes. Hopefully he’ll just-“ a short huff off agitation leaves you as you cut yourself off.

So much for hoping he’d simply mind his business and stay with his group. He’s making his way towards the pair of you at the bar, and you can tell he’s had a good number of drinks in his system just looking at him.

You’d become extremely proficient at gauging how drunk your ex is at a glance. A skill you developed while still with him and one that doesn’t seem to have faded.

This is, you know without question, going to end up being absolutely humiliating for you. You just know it.

“I am going to go ahead and apologize now for whatever is going to come out of his mouth,” you inform John.

His hand finds your knee, giving a light, reassuring squeeze. “It’ll be alright, love.”

“Well what do we have here?” is the warning shot letting you know he’s not going to show any form of civility.

“Hello, Michael,” you greet cooly, mind spinning a hundred miles an hour trying to figure out how to end this conversation as quickly as possible.

“You don’t have time to answer my texts but you’ve got time to go out. That’s good. Good to know you’ve got your priorities in order,” he starts.

“Answering your texts isn’t even remotely on my priority list, you know that.” You’re trying incredibly hard to keep yourself from being outright nasty but a whole lot of old wounds float up to the surface at the sight of your ex.

Maybe your new feathers aren’t as filled out as you’d initially thought. You feel raw and exposed and it’s difficult to think. You know what you should do, how you should handle it- and there’s still that one little part in your brain that is keeping tabs on John and his response to all of this.

“Your priority should be my son-“ he starts,

“-who is with his perfectly capable grandmother for the evening, thank you,” you finish for him, jaw set tightly. “Why are you here?”

The direct question is aggressive but you know the cycle with him too well to allow him to steer the conversation. He’ll run you in circle after circle until you’re so frazzled you can’t discern left from right.

“Can’t say hello and introduce myself to your new fella? Come on now, where’s your manners?”

Your eyes widen as Michael reaches a hand out- there is no way this asshole is about to grab you in public.

Quick as a snake, John runs interference and drapes his arm across the back of your chair, his fingers holding the shoulder furthest from him lightly.

The entire length of your back and shoulders are blocked by the SAS captain, forcing Michael’s hand back as there was no easy place for it to land that wouldn’t also be touching John.

Up until now, John has been quiet and assessing the situation. Not bowing up or trying to assert himself- letting you deal with your ex and navigate the situation for yourself.

The look on his face is downright unpleasant to put lightly. This is the man in charge of an elite task force, who barks orders at soldiers who drop everything at once because he told them to-

-and you don’t feel so exposed anymore. You find yourself sitting up a bit straighter only for John to gently stroke his knuckles against your shoulder in a soothing gesture. The gesture isn’t a miraculously grand one, but one that makes you realize you’re not alone in this situation even as disorienting as it is. And if you’re being honest with yourself, the upright posture and shifting of your thighs isn’t so much a stress response to your ex as you keying in on John’s response to the whole situation.

“John, Michael- Michael, John. There, now you’re introduced.” Go away now please.

Your ex is too drunk and too full of himself to see the writing on the wall, and continues to poke the bear. “Well, since she doesn’t seem to want to give a proper introduction-“ he sticks an arm out, and you can’t help but notice how the simple gesture causes him to need to correct his balance. Good lord it was barely dark out and he’s already-

Well. Not your problem. Not anymore, at any rate.

John is sitting to your left, his right arm the one that’s draped across the back of your chair. The pair of you flash a quick look to each other, John lifting his arm from your chair to take Michael’s hand and-

God.

Damn.

It.

The exchange is actually as hilarious as it is embarrassing (You can’t quite decide if it’s all the second hand cringe variety, or first hand because Look, John! Here’s the father of my child! I sure know how to pick a partner! Is still coiling in the depths of your stomach). You’d prefer if it simply never occurred at all.

You can see your ex’s forearm flexing as he shakes John’s hand. The microexpression that flicks across your date’s face confirms your suspicion- Michael is (for some reason) trying to use an overexaggerated grip to establish some sort of dominance in the situation.

The quick really? that reads on John’s face rapidly turns to a bemused and subtle if that’s how you want to play then, a barely noticeable shift in his own grip resulting in Michael wincing.

“Captain John Price,” his tone is easy, betraying none of the pissing contest your ex instigated and is failing miserably to get one over on John.

Your ex mumbles his full name, clearly realizing that whatever his brilliant little plan is a) isn’t so brilliant to begin with b) he might just be alert enough to acknowledge the fact that he clearly has no true plan. He came over with the intention of being an asshole and has been flying blind the entire time.

There’s one woman from the group your ex split off from who is watching the three of you keenly. If you were to guess, she is probably his new girlfriend.

You can’t help but wonder- does she know enough to know that this is routine behavior for him? That he throws himself headfirst into a situation he hasn’t planned out- isn’t sober enough to plan out? Situations that don’t need to occur just so he can throw his weight around? Too petty to give a genuine “Hello, how are you? It’s been a while. I want to talk to you about Sam when we’ve both got some free time?”

Everything is vindictive. Constantly worrying about not being undermined and being respected to the point he gets in his own way. Actively sabotages his own opportunities. In dire need of therapy to work through his issues because you know the alcohol is how he copes and you’d sympathized at first but the reasons became excuses and then he’d started blaming you and-

-John places his arm on the back of your chair again and you pull yourself out of your mental spiral.

“I think your date is waiting for you, Michael. Best not to keep the lady waiting.” John observes, his tone neutral despite being a clear dismissal.

“You’ll be hearing from me later. I want to see my son.” Michael’s ignoring John’s presence but taking the hint.

You don’t fling a final barb at him. The venom has been drained out of you and you just want the interaction over and done with. Let him have the last word. You just want him gone.

You merely cast a look over at the woman who is Michael’s date for the evening and hope she’s got better sense than you did- that she leaves before he sinks his claws in her too.

The weight that settled in your stomach upon first seeing him is finally lightening up on you. You know you’ll wake up tomorrow to a barrage of phone calls and text messages that you won’t answer. It’s probably not good you’re so desensitized to the idea that it barely registers as a problem. Merely one of life’s many inconveniences.

“You alright, love?” John’s voice helps you shake the last of the tendrils that cling to you.

“Yes. Sorry. Wasn’t expecting to run into him of all people tonight, is all.”

“Never fun being ambushed, is it?”

You take a bit of a risk- you know enough about his job but he’s steered the conversation away from it every time the topic would naturally shift that direction. You know how Kate’s work can go and you assume his is very similar. “Well you’d certainly know more about that than I would.”

It works. The two of you break out in grins, and you find yourself no longer worrying about Michael and your focus readily settling back on John where it belongs.

At some point- long after the single cube in John’s drink has melted, and the condensation of your wine glass has soaked the bev nap underneath it, and more importantly long enough that you don’t feel that you’re fleeing the restaurant- the suggestion is made to go back to John’s. “No more surprises, hm?”

You gladly follow him. You’d taken an Uber to get to the restaurant, anticipating drinking and hoping to go home with him, so you have no worries about your own car.

You can easily see him being the type to give you a quick, chaste kiss on the doorstep after safely dropping you at home. In another universe you’d appreciate the restraint, enjoy fleeting touches over the course of a few dates that get more intense each time before finally finding yourself in his bed.

In this universe however, you don’t have to wait. Don’t want to, either. You get to indulge your earlier impulse of crawling into his lap, knees spread wide on either side of his waist. Lowering your hips allows you to feel him and what exactly he’s packing between his own legs. Your hips cant in short motions and heat coils heavy in your gut.

From the feel of things he’s proportional and John is not a small man. There’s a brief flicker that runs through your mind that you might be in over your head with him. The pent up lust and desire stifles that flicker. You’re more than game to see what a night with him ends up being like.

His hands are warm against your skin- one cupping the back of your head and keeping you close as the pair of you make out, the other settles on your hip and keeps you steady as you grind down on him.

You are possessed with the desire to get his cock in your mouth.

It’s cute how his face follows yours as you pull away from him.

“Help me with my dress?” Your question is perfectly innocent as you turn your back to him, presenting the zipper that runs down the length of your back.

His pleased laugh warms you, a shiver of desire and anticipation running down your spine as his breath fans across the back of your neck.

You’ve got a surprise waiting for him underneath your dress, partially revealed as one of his hands holds the top of the dress steady while the other draws the zipper down.

You gave him the hint you were wearing stockings when you’d baited him back at the restaurant, letting the heavy fabric of the dress fall to a heap around you before kicking it off to one side.

Turning back to face him, John seems quite enraptured with his surprise.

The lingerie set is a matching shade as your jewel toned dress, the garter belt clipping to the sheer black thigh high stockings.

There’s always that split second hesitation when revealing yourself to someone- the anxiety of if they’ll be pleased with what’s presented to them.

John is the first person you’ve been with since you’ve had your child, and the slight anxiety quells quickly at the look on his face.

John looks like he wants to eat you alive. Any insecurity is knocked firmly aside by desire quickly ramping back up.

Placing one hand on his thigh to steady yourself as you lift a leg to take your shoe off, John is quick to stop you. “Leave them on for now, love.”

It’s a request but it’s not. Really that doesn’t surprise you- he is someone who is likely used to having his whims accommodated to. You find yourself having no urge to defy him, nodding in compliance. If John wants your heels to stay on, then they’ll stay.

He guides you between his legs, enough space between his knees for you to slot yourself in. With him sitting on the bed he’s shorter than you standing straight up in your heels. Bending down to give a quick, teasing kiss you let yourself drop to your own knees.

“You don’t have to-“

“I want to,” you assure him with doe eyes and are rewarded with him settling into the bed as your hands go to work on his belt.

Unable to resist teasing him, you mouth at his bulge through the thick fabric of his pants. You’re rewarded with a soft cant of his hips, having his belt undone and working on the button and zip of his pants in record time.

Your earlier suspicions are correct. John is a big boy in more ways than one. You want him in your mouth- now.

While you’re occupying yourself with getting his pants off, John shucks his shirt and shoes.

He is, simply put, delicious to look at. From the broad muscling to the thick dark hair running from his chest down his abdomen. He doesn’t have the hard chiseled abs of a man who lives in the gym but the sturdy build that comes from having useful, functional muscle that’s put to work.

And that’s incredibly hot. He’s girthy as hell in your hand as you give a few strokes before putting your mouth on him.

You’re not entirely certain if deep throating him is going to be an option, but by God you’re going to try.

“Bloody hell, love.” John grunts while you bob your head up and down the length of him. You’re gauging just how much of him you can get in your mouth- where your threshold is before your gag reflex wants to kick in.

He’s petting you. Doubtless trying to fight the urge to fist your hair, his hips struggling to stay still on the bed.

You want him to. You feel feral, all the pent up sexual energy you’ve been storing for God-knows-how-long welling up all at once. You want this man carnally and your brain presently thinks having your hair held in place and your throat fucked is a fantastic idea.

John clearly has other plans, restraining himself and letting you work at your own pace. That low, deep breathing paired with his soft grunts and voiced encouragements stoke the flames of your arousal hotter.

Eventually you do need air, pulling off of him for a moment. Your hand works his shaft and teases the tip of him as you lean forward to run your tongue up and down the length of him, dropping a bit lower to lave at his heavy sac. He jolts which only encourages you to do it again.

You know your eyes are one of your better features- you’ve heard the compliment enough times both in and out of the bedroom, holding John’s gaze as you lick him back up the length of his shaft and circle the head once before having caught your breath enough to wrap your lips around him once more.

The second time around you’re able to get a bit more of him down your throat, but not all the way. What you can’t reach you stroke with one hand, the other resting on his thigh to help balance yourself as you work. You can feel the tension building in his thigh as he gets closer, pleased with yourself.

It’s a heady feeling. You don’t know exactly all the dirty details of his job but understand enough to know you’ve got a powerful man at your whim right now and that scratches a deep seated itch in you.

“Good girl,” his praise washes over you, warm and welcoming. “Just like that-“

You’re intent on sucking the soul out of him, all doe eyes and hollowed cheeks with those painted red lips. Eventually he gives into the urge to grab a fistful of your hair. He doesn’t do anything to interrupt the rhythm you’ve settled into, letting you move as you see fit.

He bites out your name and you feel the muscles in his leg drawn tight. “I’m getting close, love.”

It’s not quite a question. You give your not-answer by doubling down on him. You’re so close to having him in your mouth all the way to the base. You don’t want to back off. What you do want is for him to finish down your throat.

You get your wish. John’s fist tightens and you let out a grunt as his thrusting results in your nose pressed against his public bone.

The taste of him doesn’t really register as he spills inside your mouth, your focus on breathing through your nose and keeping your gag reflex down.

He’s petting your hair again, praises falling freely from him and soft apologizes. “Lost myself for a moment there, love. You alright?”

You keep your mouth hilted on him for a moment to prove a point- you’re fine, he didn’t push you past threshold- before finally releasing his softening cock.

He’s pulling you up to him after that, an open mouthed kiss that flusters you considering he just came in your mouth. “You’re just a treasure,” his voice purrs in your ear. “Only fair I return the favor, hm?”

He guides you to lay on the bed, knees hanging over the edge before he turns to settle between your legs.

He starts at your neck. You’re ticklish at one spot his lips, squirming in his hold with a giggle. “Sensitive, hm?”

You nod out a “mhm,” that breaks into a breathy moan as he works his way down your chest. Rather than removing your bra his hands work to pull your breasts free from the cups before paying particular attention to your nipples.

His hands are warm as they roam your ribcage, the heat of his body seeping through the lace of your outfit as his fingers trail across your skin and the delicate material.

“You’re so soft, love,” you don’t quite know how to respond to the compliment, mewling wordlessly in pleasure at the attention.

That seems to appease him as he kisses his way down your sternum and to your belly, the expanse of most of it covered by the fabric of the garter belt.

His eyes flick up to your own as his lips travel closer to the apex of your thighs. Where you’ve been lying patient and pliant in his grasp, the eye contact draws something tight in your core and you squirm again.

The next thing you feel is teeth as he nips you. “Be a good girl for me,” he tells you, soothing the soft throb of his bite with his tongue.

You force yourself to still as he moves lower, lower, lower- taking his time and having you thoroughly worked up before moving to the next patch of skin.

When he’s down far enough he slides one of your thighs over his shoulder, that arm looping under your arm and banding across your abdomen.

It’s his turn now to mouth at your clothed sex.

He pulls the gusset of your thong aside after a moment of teasing, his lips descending on you.

“Oh,” your hand immediately finds purchase in his hair, a pleased whimper escaping you at the feel of John’s tongue.

John feasts on you. There’s not much else that can be done to describe it. It’s lewd and wet as he laps at you, the flesh of his tongue doing little to soothe the burning ache inside you and only ramping it up.

Those eyes are wicked as he gazes up at you from between your thighs. The hand resting on your lower stomach is pressing ever so lightly, like John wants the pressure there but not too much yet and you’re once again struck with the idea you might be in over your head with him.

“John, please,” you beg. It feels good but you need more, lust clouding your brain as your hips rock against his face.

“You need to be patient, love. I’ll take care of you. Just relax, hm?”

It dawns on you that he’s probably running down the clock until his refractory period is up. That he doesn’t want to get you going too quick and then be stuck not quite ready to perform.

It’s an assumption, and you’re not 100% sure that you’re correct, but it’s a solid enough option that you move forward with that in mind.

The thought almost makes it easier to relax into the bed- the idea that John is going to pleasure you with his mouth until enough time has passed and he can get it up again. That he’s not just mindlessly toying with you with no end goal in mind.

It feels good you’re just stuck being greedy and wanting more stimulation despite knowing that won’t happen until John decides he’s ready to give you more.

You almost jump when the fingers you’ve been waiting for make their presence known. His mouth moves to focus on your clit, lips making a seal and sucking on it. You cry out, hips canting as his fingers gently rub at your labia.

He starts with one, gently sliding it in and out of you. Your back arches in satisfaction of having something to clench on and rub against. It’s more satisfying than just one of your own- that was for sure.

“That’s it love,” John praises you while easing a second one into you.

The second finger is what you were looking for, stimulation wise. John pets and strokes you, thumb gently working over your clit in soft circles before putting his mouth back on you.

He doesn’t just find your g-spot. John’s fingers are placed so they hone in on that spongy bit of tissue tucked inside you. He doesn’t let up on it, tongue working on your clit as you arch your back helplessly and moan.

That pressure is back on your abdomen, the hand not currently stroking you to nirvana pressing down on your belly.

You moan and buck against his hold. Your orgasm is creeping up on you and it’s like he’s determined to make you squirt.

“You keep that up and I’m gonna make a mess,” you warn him- not entirely certain how he’ll respond to the prospect of you squirting on his face.

John looks delighted and you realize that yes, you are in over your head with him.

There’s a mischievous glint in his eye as he pulls back from you, “You promise, love? Don’t tease me.”

Oh dear God- Next thing you know he’s reaching over you to pull a pillow from the top of the bed, wedging it underneath your hips before returning to his place between your thighs.

You’re flustered at how eager he is to see you squirt. His mouth is back on you, sucking on your clit and making your legs shake as two fingers go right back to abusing your g-spot, his free hand pressing on your belly increasing the pressure that is mounting by the second.

There’s nothing else for you to do but grab a fistful of his hair and hang on. “Please- oh! J-John! Right there,” at your encouragement he locks in on the spot that’s got you arching your back and your thighs trembling.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Show me,” he’s moaning encourments against your skin and you feel like a bow drawn tight and ready to snap. You’re so, so close.

The sounds he draws out of you- both from your mouth and between your legs- are filthy and vulgar and you don’t care at all as he gets you teetering just on the edge.

You’re practically gasping for breath, eyes screwing shut as the hand not buried in John’s hair fists the sheets next to you. You babble his name, chants of John all your brain can muster.

All that pressure coiling in you snaps and gushes out, literally and metaphorically.

“Good girl, making such a mess for me,” John’s praise has you flushing hot while his fingers work you like he’s making sure he can wring out every single last drop.

He stops when you have nothing left to give him, a trembling mess shivering in his hold.

Your brain at some point made the windows shut down noise, needing a moment to settle as you process what John just did to you.

This is the hardest you’ve cum in ages, certainly better than the orgasms you’ve given yourself during your little dry spell.

You return to the land of the living with his lips on yours, tasting yourself as he soothingly strokes your side. “You back with me?” He asks, eliciting a nod from you.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” your tone is pleading. You still want to ride him but you’ve learned your lesson about practicing safe sex. Once was, in fact, all it took for things to go off the rail.

“I do,” he stands, moving to the nightstand and opening a drawer.

Now that your legs feel somewhat compliant you sit yourself back up.

No sooner than John’s got the condom on then you’re guiding him back down, having him lay on the edge of the bed.

It takes a bit of maneuvering, getting yourself situated so your heels don’t catch on his sheets, but you’re straddling him with the leg closest to the edge of the bed hanging over the side as the opposite leg folds underneath you. You hover over him while getting everything lined up. The position of your legs allows you to alternate which one is supporting the brunt of your weight, a factor that is going to be fairly important once you’ve hilted yourself on John.

Even with how pliant your body is it takes a moment for the head of him to breach you.

“Oh,” you let out a breath as you sink down on him. You’re not able to get all the way to the base of him on the first go, getting your weight underneath yourself and lifting almost completely off of him before dropping down again. You get a little further this time, a moan escaping you.

“That’s it, love. Nice and easy,” his voice coos in your ear, that low timber having you liable to melt.

He’s thick. Not in a way that’s insurmountable to manage, but you have absolutely no complaints with how he fills you and anticipate being pleasantly sore in the morning.

Two more slow bounces have you sinking low enough to hilt yourself on him, taking a moment to enjoy the sensation of sitting fully on his lap.

One of his hands braces on your hip, the other his thumb circles your clit. You squirm at the stimuli, relishing in the feel of him before getting to work.

This is what you’ve been drooling over all night. Your reward is very well earned in your opinion. Moaning lowly as you bounce up and down, your movements are initially slow and languid but pick up speed as you get your bearings. John’s heavy exhales and grunts when you clench only serve to wind you tighter.

“You feel good, pretty girl? Hm? You like bouncing on my cock?”

You flush- a ridiculous notion given how you’re quite literally hilted on his dick-, face hot from the dirty talk.

The hand on your hip helps guide you to a pace that’s pleasurable for the both of you, eyes rolling as he thrusts his hips in a way that makes you see stars. “Yes! John- yes! Oh it feels so good,” your voice a low purr as he delivers on every fantasy you’ve had this evening.

The stretch of him in you feels absolutely incredible, knocking the air out of you on each bounce. It doesn’t take long until that knot begins to form again, growing steadily as you rise and fall in his lap. The press of his finger circling your clit draws staggered moans, bracing on him for support.

“Been thinking about this all night,” John grits out. “Wanted to flip you over the bar top and have my way with you right there on the dining room floor.”

You moan at the confession, feeling less like a rabid dog with no impulse control now you know you’re not alone in the intense desire that had struck once you’d laid eyes on him.

“Probably wouldn’t have- ah! st-stopped you,” you tell him. The grip on your hip tightens at that, another moan escaping you as you bounce on him.

Your eyes roll in pleasure, cunt practically fluttering from the way he keeps getting you to clench. The thickness of his girth doesn’t just let him keep hitting that spot in you with lift of your hips so much as the mushroom tipped head of his cock drags across it.

“Aren’t you just a fucking treasure,” he praises.

Your thighs are burning, eased by the position of your legs and John’s grip helping you but becoming more present with each wet clap of your sex against his lap. It almost helps you tip closer to another climax.

Your eyes squeeze shut, a staggered breath escaping you.

“Eyes on me,” he tells you and you comply immediately.

“John, please I’m so close,” your thighs are shaking again, threatening your already precarious balance.

“You need more, pretty girl?”

You shake your head. “No-no. Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”

And bless him, he doesn’t do anything to fuck up your rhythm. The fingers circling your clit keep the same tempo and pressure perfectly, his free hand still helping guide you up and out of his lap before sitting you back down.

You know you’re about to come but are caught off guard by how sharp it is as you squirt for a second time.

The sight of you spurting across his abdomen nearly severs any control John has left. The next thing you know John’s abandoned your overstimulated clit in favor of rolling you onto your back, your heels clattering to the floor from the motion. Your legs go instinctively to clamp around his waist for security- only one of them does, the other stopped by wet fingers gripping your thigh by your knee as he spreads you open. His weight is held on the forearm bracing next to your head by the time you process the shift in position.

“You alright, pretty girl?”

You can’t quite get your words out but manage a nod. “Ye-yeah,” you eventually stagger out as he waits for a verbal confirmation.

With the comfort that you were fine, that gives John the assurance he needs to seek his own pleasure.

More than satisfied with your two climaxes, you lay limp and pliant in his grasp while he chases his own end.

The wet squelch of his cock splitting you open with each thrust was loud and obscene although you were too far gone in the blissed out pleasure to care. Your whole body feels delightfully tingly, your head swimming pleasantly.

You clench down on him a few times, more for his benefit than anything else. You’re spent but more than willing to help him across the finish line as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muttering praises that are punctured with short, sharp thrusts before he stiffens as his own climax hits.

The two of you have both broken into a light sheen of sweat by the end of things. After a moment to recuperate John stands with a “I’ll be right back.” (And you unabashedly enjoy the view of his ass while he retreats to the bathroom.)

True to his word he returns shortly, evidently having disposed of the condom with a towel in hand for you.

The pair of you get yourselves clean and sorted. Before you can decide how you want to ask, John seems to already know what the question is.

“You don’t need to leave, do you?”

Again it’s not entirely a question, but still gives you an out if you want to take it.

You don't want to take the out.

#john price x reader #captain john price #john price #x single mom reader #cod x reader #cod mwii #my writing #now I gotta name this bitch because I totally plan on a whole series and the other characters can’t be calling her love all the time lmao #i wrote and coded this whole thing on my phone because my laptop has once again quit on me

[gay-dorito-dust]

you can write a fic where wednesday misses the reader? i love your writing and story

It was almost laughable, if not, pathetic for Wednesday as she witnesses co-dependency happen in real time before her eyes whenever she joined you and Enid in the quad. The way that the students would quickly manoeuvre their way around each other to their respective groups, as though in attempts to evades chance encounter with the inevitable solitude they’d all one day face upon their death beds. They feared the innermost voices of their consciousness and it’s council that it almost made Wednesday smile. Almost.

Wednesday was known to be anything other then obsessively needy and clingy, however as of recent she had found herself developing symptoms of co-dependency; How tragic. She would find her eyes actively search the swarm of students for you, her soul would sing falsetto unprovoked when she did meet your eyes, feeling the warmth as it rushed through her and her entirety at the implication of being within your presence once more, physical contact included or just sitting in comfortable silence. She would brood within the dark crevices of her room until the day she would hear the knock on her door, followed by the meticulous melody that was your voice calling out to greet her.

Enid and Thing watched from the vibrant and colourful spectrum of the shared dorm as Wednesday would stare longingly out of the wide window as rain splattered against it’s pane like translucent blood. “Is…is she moping or just being her usual self, I can never tell.” Enid said to the disembodied hand who did the equivalent of a shoulder shrug with his fingers. “You don’t know? Aren’t you like her relative or something?” Enid received a series of frantic tapping and another shrug. “Well your useful.” Enid sighed as Thing gave her a thumbs up.

Enid knew what was up with Wednesday but just didn’t want to say it so openly, knowing it was only going to get shut down by the Addams. You had been away for awhile now running a tutoring class on behalf of the teachers for those students who were behind on lessons or finding certain subjects difficult to grasp. This unfortunately meant that your time with Wednesday were cut short throughout the duration of the week except for the weekends; Today was Friday. Enid did herself and Wednesday a solid and looked at the time and saw that by this time you would’ve finished the session and were most probably on your journey here.

“What time is it?” Wednesday asked, not once taking her eyes off of the massive widow in front of her. “4:30pm.” Enid replied and Wednesday sighed, closing her eyes before opening them again to discreetly look over her shoulder and at the door for a good couple of seconds before returning to look out the window solemnly. Time was an accursed entity to Wednesday, it forced you both part for longitudes periods throughout the duration of the week; only to bring you back together for two measly days? Pathetic.

If Wednesday had it her way she’d be sitting next to you during these tutoring sessions, running a stricter regime in making sure that the necessary information would stay stuck in their thick skulls, instead of coming back daily to waste even more of your time that could’ve easily been spent with her! However the teachers asked you personally to see to that, not her and for that Wednesday damned those teachers for their conspicuous plan in separating you apart from one another. Their misery shall be slow and torturous, Wednesday would make sure of that.

Whilst Wednesday was contemplating her gratuitous revenge plans, a knock sounded from the front door and Enid got up to answer it; knowingly of who was on the other side as a smile was brought up by to her lips as she turned to look at her dorm mate. “Wednesday,” she sang, catching her attention as she raised her brows unamused at her, “guess who.” Enid then opened the door to reveal you stood in the doorway. “Heya my poison powder.” You said as you entered the dorm, crossing the room to hold Wednesday in your arms tightly as you felt her stiffen in your hold before melting.

“What kept you so long, you left me waiting. Again.” Wednesday said bluntly but you could tell that she was happy to have you with her once again that you didn’t her seemingly cold words to heart. “Would you believe me if I said that Ajax stoned himself again but in the hallway this time, so I had to move him to safety elsewhere?” You inquired playfully whilst gauging her unimpressed stare. “Didn’t think so.” You say softly as you pressed a kiss between her brows, taking note of how she seemingly pressed herself further into your touch, burning her head under your chin and into your neck as though she were a cat.

#wednesday addams fanfic #wednesday addams x reader #Wednesday Addams imagines #Wednesday Addams imagine #Wednesday Addams fic #Wednesday Addams x you #Wednesday imagines #Wednesday imagine #Wednesday x you #Wednesday fic #Wednesday fanfic #wednesday x reader

[spicerackofblorbos]

i'm GOD AWFUL at answering my asks unless they're requests, I'm sorry a;sldkfjas;df but to everyone who has sent me hearts, good vibes, and sunflowers, I appreciate and love you all so much!! <3 i'm finally getting around to this one!

i've been ordered by kat to do 5 more so here's my top 10 favorite fics I've written!! These are ALL x reader!

1. Amethyst | Leon Kennedy 2. Unspoken Words | Levi Ackerman - Chapter One: November 3. Sunrise | Levi Ackerman 4. Home | Leon Kennedy 5. For You, I Would | Armin Arlert 6. Can I Go Where You Go? | Levi Ackerman 7. Are You There? | Levi Ackerman 8. Chasing Waterfalls | Toge Inumaki 9. You'll Be Okay | Levi Ackerman 10. What's Mine, Is Yours | Erwin Smith

And here's my answer to tay's ask about my fics!

❥ fic I loved writing the most

this will always be dependent on when you ask me, because right now it will have to be Amethyst. If y'all haven't noticed, my newest love is Leon Kennedy, and writing for him is so much easier than writing for Levi and I think it's because I understand Leon's personality more. He's just so fun to riff off of. Not that Levi wasn't!! He was just harder to put down for me, I guess. ANWAYS. I loved writing for Leon and I'm working on a part two!!

❥ fic others loved that I didn't care for

okay so this might come as a surprise because it's my ultimate comfort fic, but it would have to be Sunrise. tbh, I don't know what loved the most means here but I'll equate it to notes. Sunrise is precious to me because it holds so many of my favorite things. BUT I really feel like I could have done so much better. The plot is there, the scenario and surroundings are perfect. but the WRITING?? I could have done better. don't get me wrong though, I still love it and I am very happy so many people liked it!!

❥ fic I had fun writing

definitely my For You, I Would fic. I don't have very many Armin fics but I enjoyed writing for him a lot because he's just such a shy little bean and so full of wonder and love. I could really see myself wanting to take him out on a date. This was also a request for my friend Tay and it was fun catering her interests within the story and how it works well with Armin!!

❥ fic I'm most proud of

for sure it would have to be Unspoken Words. I'm proud because it was the first time I've written something for myself in a long time. I didn't think I would care as much about fanfic until I fell in love with AoT, now look at me LMAO. UW helped me become a better writer as well as be more confident in areas I thought I lacked. I quite literally used it as a way to be better, and I'll always be proud of it. My first ever full and finished fic, I'll never forget it <3

❥ fic I wish got more recognition

probably Can I Go Where You Go? mainly because I really liked writing the semi plot twist at the end. like if you were caught up with season 4 of AoT, you would know what I was alluding to and it's like a kick in the gut LMAO. but also I thought I did pretty well with the descriptors, not to brag ofc. :3

❥ my happiest/saddest/most comedic fic

I SPENT 30 MINUTES LOOKING FOR THIS. but the saddest will have to be this short drabble about Levi losing you in an expedition and him coming to your old room, reminiscing. I don't know what brought it on but I was like, huh. let's just be SAD.

if you're interested, my fic masterlist can be found here!

finally, thank you so much for the asks @kingkonoha, @youre-ackermine, and @humanitys-strongest-bamf!! I love y'all a lot <3

#voicemail ✆ #sky.fics #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #levi ackerman #erwin smith #armin arlert #armin arlet #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #toge inumaki #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #erwin smith x reader #erwin x reader #armin arlert x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #toge inumaki x reader #toge x reader

[yuhi-san]

I sat my ass down and put some meta thoughts into word that have been swirling in my head for ages for @tristampparty day 9 Brad and luida

Because i wont be finishing the planned story on time, soo

Brad, Luida and ship three went in completely blind when it came to how to handle vash being an independent pant. They had nothing to go off on and as far as they knew, independents were a theoretical possibility but vash was the first one they encountered (not even luida had the clearance to see anything that could contain mentions of tesla). Vash isn’t really human but he isn’t like a dependent plant either.

I made a post about how that regarding how vash initially seemed to go through a human lifecycle a lot faster, until they realized he just stopped aging at a certain point.

The other thing I wonder is, do brad, luida and at least some of the others know about tesla?

The answer is, im sure it will never come up in canon. And I guess people are inclined to say, no way would vash ever open up to anyone about it.

But I think brad and luida know. Not much. Maybe just that there was an independent before them and she had died from the experiments done on her. Just these two things is all vash ever said.

Because see, in stampede vash came to ship three when he was still very small. It became his home, he actually bonded with all these people, they are like family. And he was still very young when the traumatic loss of his arm happened.

It changes the dynamic between him and these people a lot compared to trimax and 98.

Vash doesn’t have a regular prosthesis but a cybernetic one (or three if you like me follow the hc that his legs are prosthesis as well). also there is metal and hardware (?) on his chest and stuff. But even

My point is, those aren’t things he got from patching himself up or went through shabby surgery in a back alley or something of no man’s land.

 Initial surgery when luida brought him back aside, that must have been ‘experimented’ with vash to some degree because they knew nothing. Can he get sick? How does he response to medicine, to painkillers? To anesthetics? Vash bleeds but does he have bloodtypes like a human? What are they supposed to do when he lost his arm? Give him a bloodtransfusion like they would with a human and hope his body wont reject it? Throw him in a plant tank and hope that the plants can do for him what he does for them?

And even if they were kind and patient and understanding and reassuring about it, there must have been so many moments where it was literally just trial and error because they simply had nothing to go on. It must have been so scary for vash.

But especially with his arm (and possibly his legs). It’s an cybernetic arm. There are cables and shit directly connected to his body. It’s not a regular stump he has, it’s a port, its hardware embedded in his flesh.

And surgeries are scary, especially for kids. Its normal to be afraid of them. But vash must have been beyond terrified by the mention of it. Far, far more so than could be reasonably explained as a normal reaction. So I think vash told them because he was too terrified, too afraid, didn’t know what else to do or say. A hysteric outburst more likely than calm communication.

(“There was an independent before us. They experimented on her. She’s dead.”)

It was terribly for everyone involved.

But, like even if vash didn’t tell them.

At some point, he made the conscious and active decision to trust this people so unconditionally. Despite his rocky start with them and what had transpired with the blackbox, they could reassure vash that he was save and no one would do him any harm.

Vsh trusted them enough to let them put him under, take a scalpel to him, change his body irrecoverably but he would come out of it alright, wouldn’t endure any unnecessary pain by their hand.

Like, if you think about it like that, after the horror of what happened to tesla that shaped him and nai so much, vash found it in himself to trust these people with what then and possibly still might be his biggest trauma. And like rem had promised, he didn’t end like his sister

#i cant get enough of luida and brad and vash building trust and care for each other #more of vash and ship three! #tristampparty #vash the stampede #brad trigun #luida trigun #tesla trigun #trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #trigun really is a special kind of brainrot #never pulled contributing to fanevents through #never wrote like 80'00o words fanfic for it #no end in sight

[808airsoftbros]

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.II (Shen Xiaoting)

Author: To check out more of my stories check out my Masterlist

Y/N’s POV

Waiting at the exact address that Xiaoting gave me, the restaurant outside looked hella nice and expensive as shit, and I was starting to get anxious as she was about a few minutes late.

“Maybe something came up... Guess I should go,” I said to myself.

Right when I was about to head back to my car, I someone calling out to me, and I turned around to see Xiaoting.

“Sorry, I had an emergency but it’s all good now,” She apologized.

“Oh, haha, it’s okay, Noona,” I assured and she smiled.

“Now then, shall we go inside for our dinner date~? I bet you’re starving,” She mentioned and I blushed.

“Y-Yeah, of course,” I nervously replied and she giggled.

Entering through the entrance, we were greeted by one of the waiters, we checked in for a table of two, and he leads us to a private dining room.

The table was nicely set up with a towel wrapping the utensils and there were two wine glasses.

“Y-You booked this for us?” I asked and she nodded.

“Yep, sure did, I wanted to make sure this was special,” She answered.

“Does this mean it’s date or something?” I curiously asked and she smirked.

“Maybe... Depending on your point of view,” She answered sending chills down my spine.

Getting ourselves settled onto the table, we take a look at the menu but I was astonished at the pricing of the food. A fucking steak for $50 and a bottle of wine for nearly a hundred?!

How in the hell am I going to pay for this...? I don’t have the money to spend on such expensive food. Why did I accept her invitation?

“Problem?” She asked.

“Uhm, Noona, I’m not gonna eat 'cause it’s too expensive for me,” I explained and she playfully rolled her eyes.

“Oh, please, I’ll pay for both of us, I could buy the whole establishment if I wanted to,” She assured.

“Y-You sure?” I asked.

“Of course, I’m sure, how about a steak?” She offered and I nodded.

The waiter comes inside to check on us, Xiaoting orders her food and my steak along with some beverages and the waiter writes it all down.

“Very well, I’ll return with the drinks,” He said before leaving the room.

Soon after he returns with two wine bottles and pours them into our glasses, we thanked the waiter and he leaves us.

“So, Noona, what do you do for a living?” I curiously asked.

“I own many companies, darling, and they each make a profit,” She answered.

“H-How do you run all of them at once?” I asked and she giggled.

“I hire executives and advisors, so that way I have free time to do whatever,” She answered.

“Ah, I see,” I replied.

Our conversation paused when the waiter comes inside our room with a tray of our food and he places it down on the table.

“Please do enjoy,” He said.

“We will,” She replied.

The waiter leaves us to enjoy our meals, once I take a bite of the steak, it was the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.

We continue our conversation and switched topics from time to time as we eat and I started to like Xiaoting as she has a good personality and is fun to hang out with.

Any man would be frickin lucky to be her husband as she has everything that a man could dream of... Looks, wealth, and intelligence.

Sadly, I doubt she’s interested in me as I can only guess she goes out with a lot of other men who are probably millionaires and shit meanwhile I’m just a broke-ass dude with barely any money.

After we finished eating dinner, we paid the waiter and left the restaurant before she calls her ride.

“I had a fun time, tonight, Y/N, thank you for accepting my invitation,” She said.

“Haha, thank you for inviting me, the best food I’ve ever tasted in a long time,” I replied and she smiled.

“Look, I mean it, I did have a great time, and I want to go out with you more and get to know you better, so next time we go out, it won’t be a friendly hangout... It will be a date,” She explained and my eyes widened.

“R-Really?” I stuttered and she giggled.

“Do I look like I’m kidding~? I’ll text you the details later, until then, you enjoy the rest of your night~,” She waved goodbye before going into the luxury SUV.

Seeing the SUV driving away, I felt butterflies in my stomach, and I was lost for words as to what Xiaoting said to me.

Does she mean what she says? Or is she toying with me?

Xiaoting’s POV

That guy Y/N is an interesting person, to say the least... Unlike the other man I’ve dated in the past, he’s polite, kind, and considerate. My ideal type of guy.

But I have to keep in mind that he’s just an innocent boy who’s trying to make a living while I’m just a mafia boss with a huge ass bounty on my head.

I cannot risk putting him in danger and dragging him into my problems otherwise it will cause serious complications as rivals are constantly spying on my every movement.

“Madam, is everything alright?” Dayeon asked.

“Tell the boys that I have a job for them,” I ordered and she nodded.

#shen xiaoting #xiaoting #kep1er Xiaoting #kpop yandere #Kpop yandere oneshot #yandere #kpop #KPOP idol #x male reader #bxg #kpop oneshot #kep1er scenarios

[marlynnofmany]

Talking Sports

“And then I found out we weren’t the only species to invent football!” I said to Wio as she opened food packets. Normally I would have enjoyed watching the way someone with tentacles unwraps things, but I was focused on my story. “I mean, I know it’s a very simple concept, but that was incredibly strange to turn the corner and see a bunch of beefy dinosaur-looking people tackling the quarterback.”

“I’m sure,” Wio said, popping the lid off a jar. “Is this one of the ‘gimme the ball’ games, or ‘get rid of the ball’ games?”

“Um.” I paused to think. “I guess you can categorize them like that, can’t you? Never thought about it. It’s a ‘gimme the ball.’”

“Are those the more common type?” Wio pushed my own lunch tray towards me, which I’d forgotten about.

“Thanks. Maybe?” I poked through the stack of individually-wrapped human foods as I thought. These were from another mystery box of Earth stuff from our last supply run. I started with the turkey jerky. “There’s a lot of sports to keep track of. Fighting to keep the ball is football — and rugby, which is similar — soccer, where you just use your feet; basketball, where you have to keep bouncing the ball; hockey, where you smack it across the ground with a stick… Oh, and lacrosse, where you throw it with a stick that has a net on it. And I’m probably forgetting a ton.”

“Mm,” Wio said conversationally. She scooped up a mouthful of stinky fish paste with the Strongarm version of a spoon, which had a handle shaped like a jumbo tongue depressor. She didn’t bother grabbing it, just sticking her suction cups to the underside. “That’s six. What about games where the goal is to chuck the ball into the sun?”

I talked over a bite of jerky. “There’s probably not as many, at least if you’re strict about the definition. In baseball you’d definitely be a star if you hit the ball into orbit, but the others tend to have a specific place where you want the ball to go. That can be the other side of the court, like tennis, volleyball, or badminton — or even ping-pong — but then there’s golf, where it looks like you’re trying to whack the ball as far as possible, but really you’re aiming for a tiny hole at the end of the field.”

“Six again,” Wio commented. “Or just one, depending on definitions.”

“I know I’m forgetting some,” I said. “What else is there where you throw the ball as far as possible? I mean, there’s competitive javelin throwing, but that’s not the same kind of game. One person at a time going for the highest score, instead of two teams playing against each other at the same time. With javelins, that would just be actual warfare, and then you’d be aiming at people anyway, not going for distance.”

Wio finished the fish paste. “You do seem to have a lot of team games,” she said. “I’m used to more of that ‘highest score’ kind.”

“Yeah?” I asked, intrigued. “What kind of sports do Strongarms have?”

“Well, we do have some that are cooperative,” she admitted. “At least where I’m from. A lot of races, some with an object to carry and a goal. Sometimes the object is a teammate. And there are a few varieties of wrestling, some with limitations or challenging locations.”

“That sounds fun. Challenging how?” I reached for more jerky, and realized the package was empty. I moved on to a squeeze-tube of applesauce.

“Oh, there’s a bunch of options,” Wio said, waving a tentacle. “People are always coming up with more. My favorite is probably the balancing on top of a pole one.”

“Cool.” The applesauce was nice and cinnamon-y. “Do you have a least favorite?”

“In a box,” she said immediately. “That one is stupid and hard.”

“I bet!” I said.

Wio began peeling what looked like a blue-and-green onion. “But anyway, most of the competitions are solo challenges. Lots of puzzles. And many of the ones with multiple people acting at once are just a way of saving time so we don’t have to wait to see who’s best at the puzzle.”

“Do you do any climbing?” I asked. “Obstacle courses?”

“Oh sure,” she said. “Some of the races are vertical. And there’s a whole category of seeing who can wriggle through odd-shaped openings the fastest.”

I watched her peel the thing, which had far more layers than I’d expected. “Sounds like the only games with a ball to move around are the races. Some of them.”

Wio paused and stared at the wall with a thoughtful expression on her octopuslike face. “I’m probably forgetting some too, but nothing’s coming to mind. There are things with floating objects, but those are more swimming challenges, not focusing on the objects themselves.”

“Pity,” I said as she finally ate the core of the onion, which was the size of a grape. “Ball games can be a lot of fun.”

“I believe you,” she said in the tone of someone not particularly motivated to do anything about it. Then she started eating the blue onion skins like potato chips.

“Have you ever tried one?” I pressed. “Even a simple thing like catch or keep-away?”

“I don’t know what either of those are, but I can guess.” She said, crunching away.

“What about…” I searched through my food options for an orange or a walnut or something. I found a tuna can. “Table hockey! Here, set the trays on the bench; I just want to show you real quick.”

I didn’t really expect her to agree, but she shoved the last of the crunchy things in her mouth and moved the remainder of her lunch. This table wasn’t very wide, hardly a proper playing field, but that would make it easier for a rookie. I set my tray on the bench seat next to me and explained the rules. “We just whack it towards each other and try not to let it fall off our side of the table. If you get it off my side, you get a point. Got it?”

“And the other sides are no one’s point, right?”

“Right. If we want to make it harder, we can say you lose a point for hitting it off there, but no need.”

“All right.” She splayed an unfair number of tentacles across her side of the table. “Let’s do it.”

I shoved the can at a reasonable speed, only to have her thwap it back at me hard enough to hurt when I caught it. I laughed. “Oh, it’s going to be like that, is it?”

Wio smiled with her weird little alien mouth. “Was that meant to be difficult?”

“Oh, it is on.”

Thus began a riotous game of table tuna, which ended up making such a ruckus of laughter and whacks against the cabinets that Eggskin came in from the kitchen to see what was going on.

Wio waved three tentacles at them. “We’re playing an Earth sport!”

“I see,” they said, turning their scaly head in a clear inspection for damage to the cabinets. “I trust you’ll be eating the contents of that can, now that you’ve thoroughly dented it.”

“Sure, sure,” I said, turning the can over. “Oh, this is starting to leak, isn’t it?”

“And I trust you’ll be cleaning up your own mess?”

“Yep. Sorry.”

“I’ll leave you to it, then.” Eggskin swept away with all the dignity of an elder who’d caught the kids getting into trouble. I had no idea how old they were, but they definitely had grandparent vibes sometimes.

Luckily the can had only dripped a little, and was easy to wipe up. Wio and I were soon back with lunches in front of us. I was looking for crackers to put the tuna on when Wio spoke up.

“You should try a Strongarm game now.”

I looked up. “I suppose that’s fair. Do you have one in mind?”

She held up a white jar with multiple seams and no obvious lid. “A classic puzzle is opening something without looking. Like this youth-proof seal.”

“Okay,” I said, holding out a hand for it. “I’ll give it a shot.”

Instead of handing it to me, she grinned wider. “You can’t just sit there, of course. You should lie down on your back. And open it under the bench behind you.”

“Whaaat,” I said. “You are making that up.”

She was outright giggling now. “This is literally a child’s game to see if they’re old enough to open containers on their own.”

“Fine.” I got as comfortable as I could on the hard bench, and she handed me the jar. I held it under the bench, and immediately regretted my choices. “Ow. This game was designed for someone who has tentacles instead of shoulder joints.”

Wio’s voice oozed amusement. “Surely you can handle a child’s puzzle? Come on, I’ll open this one at the same time. See if you can beat me.”

I grunted, twisting at yet another part that didn’t twist. Today’s lunchtime had turned out so educational. “I guarantee you I cannot.”

~~~

Inspired by this post, and also partly by the octopus skill at opening jars.

Ongoing backstory for the main character of this book. More to come!

#my writing #the Token Human #humans are weird #haso #hfy #eidw #sports #humans are space orcs #sports classification

[bbyquokka]

Birthday wishes

pairing: Yang Jeongin x fem reader

genre: idol au, smut – MDNI

synopsis: it's Jeongin's birthday but he's away on tour, so you use an alternative method to grant him his birthday wishes.

warnings: she/her pronouns, smut, mutual masturbation, masturbation over video call, clit play, fingering, breast and nipple play, dirty talk, pet names, Jeongin guides reader in the first half

words: 3.1k ~ (3134)

do not repost and/or translate! feedback & reblogs are highly advised and appreciated

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It's his birthday and he's away.

He's away on tour, finishing up the last of the dates. You generally don't mind him being away, you knew it was part of the deal when you two became a couple. Him being away just means you have more free time and space in your home, not having to worry about yourself plus someone else - although you don't mind looking after him.

Today though, you did mind. When it's his birthday, you normally start the day off by cooking him breakfast in bed, then once his stomach is full, he would fill you up in the form of slow, love making, his mind and body still not fully awake, but enough to know how good you feel around him.

Then, you'd plan your days together. Ask him what he wants to do. He'd normally refuse because he knows that you're going to be spending money on him, but you're stubborn so he has no choice but to back down.

Once the day is almost over, depending on how tiring you both feel, you'd either go out for a meal or order, ordering being the most common because once you've finished eating, Jeongin is still hungry and he's hungry for you.

You slowly learnt that Jeongin has a very high sex drive. If he could, he would have sex all day, every day. You say it's because he's young, he says it's because he cannot keep his hands off you and he's constantly thinking about you. But either way, you end up having sex two, sometimes three times a day.

But when he's away, it's a different story.

It's 2:25 am for you, Jeongin finished performing and is now back in his hotel room. He sent you a quick message saying that he is going to wash up and then you two can talk.

The time difference sucks for you, but that's just how it is sadly. Having to video call and hear his voice through a screen sucks just as much but if it wasn't for technology, you wouldn't hear from him for months.

Sitting in front of your laptop wearing Jeongin's t-shirt and panties, the panties that drive him insane. A cute soft pink colour decorated with a small bow, he claims they make you look so sweet and innocent. 

You patiently wait for him to call, time ticking by slowly. You know he's finishing up in the shower right now, drying his hair and doing his skin care, but you're getting impatient.

You want to see your lover and you want to see him now 

You grab your foxyi.ny, cuddling him close to your chest before situating him between your crossed legs. You fix your hair, clothing before looking around the bedroom to make sure everything is perfect for when he does eventually call.

You let out a silent squeak, pressing the answer button. Finally, after days of not being able to see or hear him, you get to see your lover.

“Innie!!” You smile, failing to hold back your excitement as your fresh faced lover appears on screen. He smiles warmly at you.

“My darling.” His voice is hoarse and strained, throat sounding scratching from the singing and cheering.

“Innie, you should rest. your voice doesn't sound good and you have another concert tomorrow.” You frown. Jeongin laughs softly, shaking his head.

“Dont worry about me, angel. I'll be okay plus I wanted to see my favourite girl on my birthday.” you blush a soft pink, giggling softly.

“Well, I guess it is your birthday after all so I will let you off just this once.”

“Mhm, thank you doll.” Jeongin coos, before shifting around on the bed. He lays on his side, laptop in front giving you a perfect view of his physic.

You bite your lip, eyes trailing up and down his body. He's in one of his plain black vest tops with matching black boxer shorts. his hair is fluffy from the shower, face bare from make up whilst holding a nice glow.

“So uh, how was the concert?” 

“It was amazing! stays are so energetic as always. I love hearing them sing along to our songs as well as watch the light sticks being waved around. it's just so magical.”

“I saw that you kissed Felix's head.” you say with a giggle.

“You saw that?” you nod

“It was all over twitter. pictures and videos of you and lix kissing each others heads.” Jeongin laughs softly, recalling the incident.

“Well, I thought I'd return the favour. Everyone loves our sunshine lix.”

“Mhm, that's true. He's just a cute ball of sunshine but poor Jisung.” Jeongin looks at you with a frown “Jisung has been wanting a kiss from you for years baby!”

Jeongin laughs softly. “That's true. He wants a kiss from everyone though, but it's fun to tease him.”

“You're mean, Innie.” you giggle softly.

“Mhm, but you love me doll.”

“Yeah… I love you a lot, Innie.” 

“I love you too, baby.”

“So, did you get anything for your birthday?” 

“Mhm, I got some butt slaps off Minho if that counts as anything.” he laughs softly before continuing “but no. it's hard having a birthday whilst being on tour. I know the boys will most likely get me something once we return home.”

“Do you… do you want anything from me?” you blush a faint pink, chewing your bottom lip as you play with the hem of your t-shirt.

“Yeah..” Jeongin props up the pillows before resting against them.

“What?” you move foxyi.ny to the side before kneeling up.

“Show me what panties you're wearing.” his voice is now low, laptop a little closer to him. you slowly lift up the t-shirt, a throaty groan leaving Jeongin's lips as he stares at your pretty pink panties.

“So cute, so innocent.” he purrs.

“Do you like them?” you innocently ask, cocking your head to the side.

“You know I do, doll.” he watches you trail your hand down your stomach to the waistband of your panties. you tug on the bow before letting it snap back against your skin.

“Do you have any birthday wishes, Innie?” 

“Strip. I want to see that beautiful body of yours, y/n.” 

“I-Innie…” you whisper, feeling a wave of shyness wash over you. He's seen you at your most vulnerable state many times before but never over a laptop screen. this is all so new to you.

“Don't be shy doll. it's just me.” Jeongin softly says, noticing how stiff you've suddenly become. a look of worry on your face, your hands playing with the hem of the t-shirt.

“B-but the guys…” you mumble. “they might see.”

“They won't doll. see–” Jeongin shuffles about, moving the laptop from side to side, showing you that it's just him in the hotel room. “It's just me in here. Everyone else went out to buy dinner.”

“Why didn't you follow?” you press your lips together, feeling a little bit guilty that he is here with you and not with his friends. it's his birthday, surely he'd want to spend it with his friends.

“Because I want to spend my birthday with my favourite person in the whole wide world!” Jeongin moves the laptop back to its original position. “We don't have to do this if you don't want to baby. we can just talk and relax, maybe play a few ga–”

“No!” you blush at how eager you suddenly sound. “i-i want to Innie. I trust you.”

“Only if you're sure.”

“I'm a hundred percent sure, Innie.” Jeongin watches you as you lift the t-shirt up and over your head, discarding the fabric on the mattress beside you. Jeongin groans softly as he takes in every detail.

“Gosh your breasts are so adorable.” He groans. “I mean, your body is amazing and beautiful but my gosh, your breasts..”

“You like them, Innie?” You purr, dragging the tips of your fingers up your sides before letting them dance around the curviness of your breasts.

“Very much so. I love playing with my girls' nipples. sucking and tugging on them, watching and hearing you squeal.”

“Innie, you know I'm sensitive when it comes to my boobs.” 

“Oh, I very much know. Can you play with them for me, doll?” You watch his own hand glide down his chest and torso to massage and palm his growing erection.

“How would you like me to play with them, baby?” you ask in a sickly sweet manner.

“Play with them how I would.”

“Help me.” 

“First, lay down. get comfy.” you do just that, resting your back against the soft sheets as you make sure Jeongin can still see you. 

“Good girl. Now, close your eyes for me darling.” you close your eyes as instructed, a soft hum of appreciation can be heard from Jeongin.

“Now what?” you whisper, anticipation and excitement bubbling in your stomach.

“Cup your breasts baby. massage them in the palm of your hands. don't forget to tease your pretty nipples.” you glide your hand up your stomach to your breasts, cupping them both and gently massaging them.

You swipe your thumbs over your stiff nipples, a shockwave of pleasure shooting down your spine to your core.

“Good girl. Are you feeling it?” 

“Y-yes…” 

“What are you thinking about, baby? tell me. tell your Innie.'' By now, Jeongin's hand has dipped under the waistband of his boxer shorts, his vest bundled up to his chest. 

He lazily strokes his erection, wanting to bask in the moment of watching you pleasure yourself. He licks his lips, watching your fingers delicately dance around your nipples, your index and thumb trapping the bud as you tug and pinch.

You rub your thighs together, whimpering softly as you feel your core throb and clit ache. 

“I'm thinking about your hands Innie. how your fingers wrap around them. how you tug and pleasure my nipples…”

“What else?”

“Your lips… pressing against my neck. your body flush against mine. h-how I can feel your dick pressing against my pussy…” 

“You're so adorable y/n. my cute baby girl.”

“I-Innie…” you shakily breath out. you continue to massage your breasts, teasing your own nipples by circling your fingers around it before gently flicking, tugging and rolling the hard bud.

“Gosh, I wish I was with you right now y/n. you sound so beautiful…” Jeongin groans.

“I wish… I want you here Jeongin. I need my Innie with me.” you cry out, eyes fluttering open. you let out a small whimper at the sight of Jeongin, his hand still lazily stroking his cock.

“Soon baby. Once the tour is over, I'm going to treat you like the perfect princess you are.”

“w-wanna see…” you whimper, one hand leaving your breast to play with the pink bow of your panties.

“See what?” Jeongin says with a smirk.

“Y-you. your…” you rub your legs together once again, creating friction for yourself. you can feel your slick coating your folds and the material, panties sticking to you uncomfortably.

“My cock?” you shake your head yes fast and eagerly.

“Please Innie. please, I miss it so much.” you beg.

“Fuck y/n. you're so fucking cute..” Jeongin lifts his hips up, pulling down his boxer shorts to his thighs. you whimper as his cock springs free from their restraints, a breathy sigh of relief escaping his lips.

“Innie.. I want it so bad.” you beg, your eyes filling with tears. The urge to have something, to have him, is so strong. but he's there and you're here. you have to wait a while longer and that sucks even more.

“Oh baby, do you want me that bad?” he coos, fist around his hard cock as he pumps himself. you whimper, eyes glued to the screen as you eye him up. “You have to wait though.”

“But I don't want to.” you whine.

“I know, believe me I want you just as bad, but we have to make do with what we have for the time being.”

You pout. He's right, he always is. if it wasn't for technology, you would have gone months without seeing or hearing from him.

“I want to see.” Jeongin bites his bottom lip gently, thumb gathering and smearing his pre cum around his tip.

“See what, Innie?” you innocently ask.

“You know what. I want to see that cute pussy.” 

You bite your lip gently, slowly sliding your panties down your legs. you shiver as the cold air hits your soaked and sensitive cunt. you slowly part your legs, exposing yourself to Jeongin.

“Holy shit… it's so cute and wet. fuck, I just want to bury my face between your legs, eat you up and bury my cock deep inside you y/n.” he growls, movements on his cock slowly speeding up.

“I-Innie…” you shakily breathe out, one hand coming back up to massage and tease your nipples.

“Touch yourself y/n. I want to see and hear you.”

You let out a meek whimper, your hand trailing down your stomach. Your fingertips come into contact with your swollen clit, hips bucking at the contact. You rub soft and slow circles on the nub, occasionally dipping your fingers between your soaked folds to gather some of your essence.

You use your essence to rub your clit with, the slick movement making pleasure shoot down your spine and to your core. you alternate your rubs, lips slowly parting as you get lost in the pleasure.

“J-jeongin…” you gently moan out, head tilting to the side.

“Gosh you sound so beautiful when you moan my name.”

“I need more.” you whimper, fingers automatically circling your entrance before slipping two fingers inside. “It's not enough.”

It's far from enough. Jeongin has long fingers, he's able to reach the deepest parts of you with ease. You don't feel anywhere near full with your own fingers, the need and desire burning at this point. your body shaking with so much need and desperation.

“I know baby, I know… fuck. but I promise you, once I'm home, I'm going to treat you so well. just bear with it okay..” Jeongin swallows, his cheeks turning pink.

You pump your fingers at a steady pace before slowly speeding up. you curl your fingers up against your walls, fingers getting coated in slick as you massage your walls. your eyes slowly flutter close, free hand rubbing circles on your clit for that added pleasure.

“I-Innie..”

“Do you feel good, baby?” His own breath is shaky, soft moans escaping his lips as he watches your fingers slide in and out, your body withering from the pleasure, toes curling as you pant.

“M-mhm.. good, so good. but I want you. I want your cock deep inside me. I want it to be stroking my walls. I want to go dumb from your cock, Innie.”

“D-dont y/n. you know how much that stuff gets to me.” Jeongin fists his cock fast, his chest rising up and down as pre cum seeps from his slit.

“Please Innie. please can you fuck me dumb. make me a dumb slut from your cock. fuck me hard so I'm sore for the whole week. I want it Innie, I want it so fucking bad!”

“Y-y/n…” Jeongin squeezes his eyes shut, his arm slowly draping across his sweaty forehead as his hips buck in his hand. “I promise to do all that y/n. I promise to make you a dumb slut with my cock. as soon as I'm home, I will do everything and more to you. whatever your heart desires.”

“Yeah??”

“Yes. I will spoil my girl, I promise.” 

Your walls squeeze around your fingers, a burning knot forming in the pit of your stomach. your movements become desperate, chasing your high. Moans become mixed together with the sloppy sounds of your cunt. Jeongin shivering at the sinful yet delicious sounds your body is making.

“J-jeongin…” you heavily pant, back arching off the bed as your toes curl. it's burning, it's close. your walls contract and release around your fingers, thighs shaking as your stomach tenses.

“Close?” you let out a meek hum, eyes squeezing shut as you chase your high. “cum for me darling.”

You softly moan his name, fingers coming to a standstill as your orgasm hits you. your body shivers and shakes, walls holding onto your fingers tightly. you pull them out slowly as you still rub your sensitive clit to ride out your high.

Once calm, you rest your legs flat on the mattress, body tired and exhausted. you look at the laptop screen, noticing Jeongin still hasn't orgasmed.

“Innie, you haven't –”

“Wanted to last… wanted to watch and hear you.” 

“But, I wanna see. I wanna see you cum Innie, please.” you pout, sitting up and leaning close to the screen. you smirk, watching his movements become erratic, hips bucking in his hand to fuck it. soon, it becomes too much for him to handle.

“Shit shit shit.” a string of profanities leave his lips as he shoots ropes of cum onto his stomach. his cock twitches with each release, stomach coating in his sticky liquid. He does languid strokes, helping himself to ride out his high.

“Love you. I love you so much.” he shakily pants, coming down from his high.

“I love you too, Innie.” you say with a soft giggle.

“Clean up and meet back in 5?” 

“Of course!”

Once clean, you got under the duvet covers, snuggling your plushie. you and Jeongin spoke more about the concert, the venue, what you've both been up to. Your body starts to feel heavy with sleep, eyelids drooping.

It's now 5:30 am for you. The sun slowly rising and birds chirping their morning tunes.

“Sleep, my love.” Jeongin softly says, watching you fight the battle of sleep.

“I don't want it to end.” you sleepily say, opening your eyes for them to automatically close. Jeongin laughs at your attempts.

“We can facetime tomorrow baby.”

“When are you back home, Innie.”

“Not for a while, y/n. I wish it was sooner but sadly, it's not. I just want to snuggle you right now. you look so adorable.”

“Wanna sleep in Innie's arms.” you whisper, pulling the duvet closer to you.

“Soon darling, I promise.”

“Innie–”

“Yes, my love?”

“Sing to me.”

“What do you want me to sing baby?”

“My song. sing my song for me please Innie.”

“Anything for you darling.”

Jeongin starts singing your favourite song, his soft, angelic voice smothering your tired body, making you feel safe. 

“Good night y/n.” Jeongin says as he notices you have fallen asleep, soft snores leaving your lips. “I'll see you real soon, I love you.”

note: this was only suppose to be a small drabble but uh, yeah. 🤷🏻‍♀️ took me less than a day to complete this, lmao! don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. enjoy!

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[beaker1636]

The Alphabet Game - Intro and Masterlist

A/N: Here is the intro to the 26 part story I have been challenged to make! 18+ as every chapter will be full of smut. Warnings include pretty much everything, there will be sex, toys, impact play, bdsm elements, etc. All parts will be linked at the bottom as they get written so here is the intro and lets get this party started!

“So Mia has been reading a lot again right? Well the plot of the book she is currently reading sounds like it could be a fun game…” Chris trails off, looking around the lounge of the bus to gauge his friends' reactions.  He notices the confused looks on all of their faces.

“Is it another one of her books that's basically porn?” Rick asks, raising an eyebrow as he asks Chris.

“Well, yeah, obviously if we made it into a game we would need the girls in on it,” Chris says, his tone now sounding a bit annoyed, like he was asked the most obvious question in the world. 

“So what is it? Can’t exactly get us to agree when we don’t even know what you are asking?” Ryan asks, glancing over from the game that he and Vin are playing only for a brief second.

“In the book the couple is going through the alphabet with different sex things.  So like A could be Anal, B blindfold, etc.  So I figured it could be a fun challenge we could do if we made it a game, like we could rotate letters and have to complete our letter on our day.  We’re all pretty open about the shit we do, and even if we weren’t our girls definitely are so it wouldn't be that odd to do shit like this.” Chris smirks, he knows all of them would  agree… except maybe Vinny who is pretty private about his private life to everyone except for Rick, who he is the closest to.

“How  would we know if someone actually did their letter, couldn’t we lie and say we completed our challenge when we didn’t?” Just asks, feeling like he shouldn’t be as interested in this as he currently is.

“The girls talk about literally everything, so if we  had them tell each other the next morning how it went then the problem would be solved,” Rick suggests. “I know they wouldn’t lie to each other, have you heard some of the shit they’ve shared with one another? But the real question is are there any consequences if we don’t complete our letter? I feel like the game would be useless without any punishments for not finishing it.”

“You get cock blocked until your next turn?” Ryan suggests. “In some cases that could be quite awhile depending what our performance schedule is before we finish the game.” He is mostly joking about the cock blocking thing but that changes when he realizes that they all seem on board with this,

“What are you thinking Vin? You are silent over there,” Justin asks the drummer who looks conflicted about all of this.

“I-I mean I guess I’m in, might be weird but if you are all doing it I’d feel left out. Just don’t think you’d get a very down and dirty play by play about whatever,” he says with a shrug, still not totally on board with the game but he doesn’t want to be let out.

“But wait, shouldn’t we make it a rule that the person who gives you your task has to make sure you have what you need to complete it? Like we can’t guarantee that the person has a blindfold or whatever on hand ready to use?” Ryan says, looking around the room.

“Good point, okay so why don’t we go youngest to oldest, and whoever just completed a letter can decide what the next person has to do.  So Vinny would go first and then would give Ryan his task and onwards.  We could start next week one we are home for a while, all we have are a few festivals here and there to go to,” Chris says, taking a sip of his water.

“Why do I have to be the first, asshole,” Vinny groans, making the others all chuckle from their spots.

“Well, let the games begin,” Ricky says with a smirk.

Links below as uploaded:

A is For Altoid - Vinny

B is For Body Oil - Ryan

C is For Cyber Sex - Justin

D is For Dianism - Ricky

E is For Exhibitionism - Chris

F is For Face Sitting - Vinny

G is for 'Guy'brator - Ryan

H is for Only Hands - Justin

I is for Impact Play - Ricky

J for JOI - Chris

K is For Kitchen Table - Vinny

L is For Lap Dance - Ryan

M is for Martymachlia - Justin

N is for Ninja Sex - Ricky

O - is for Orgasm Denial - Chris

P- is for Pearl Necklace - Vinny

Q is for Quickie - Ryan

R is for Remote Control Vibrator - Justin

S is for She’s in Charge - Rick

T is for Threesome - Chris ft. ??

U is for Uniform (dress up) - Vinny

V is for Vibrators - Ryan

W is for Worship - Justin

X is for X-rated - Ricky

Y is for Yoni Massage - Chris

Bonus - Christmas Celebration

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[twistedcharismaaa]

Lost & Found Pt. 10.1

Summary: You’re living a suffocating life and you finally find breath in Masego.

Author's Note: Hi guyssssss! I hope you’re doing well! I love and miss you guys!!! I’m back with an update! An actual update for this story (can you believe it? Lol) ! It’s been a thousand years it feels! I highly suggest going back and reading the previous chapter for a refresher! I hope you all enjoy reading! Please leave a comment for ya girl! You know I live for the commentary! Love you guys!!!!!

(Flashback)

Slowly, Tiffany shifted from her relaxed state and sat forward. She uncrossed her legs and placed her notebook on the mahogany-colored coffee table in front of her.

“So, you broke up with Desmonde?” she questioned.

“It was mutual I guess,” you shrugged. “Not much was said,” you continued.

“Can you tell me a little about Desmonde?” she quizzed as she interlocked her fingers.

“I met him shortly after my mom died. He was the local mechanic in the neighborhood. Before I knew it, I just fell into his arms I guess,” you answered reluctantly.

“And with all the time you spent together, how did he make you feel?” she asked.

“He made me feel..” you paused. “He was like…” The word lingered on your tongue as your eyes danced across the room as if you were visibly looking for the right words to say.

“Take your time,” Tiffany insisted.

“He was like the breath in my lungs?” you responded as if you were unsure.

“Ah, he was your love,” Tiffany replied smiling.

“That’s the thing. I don’t know if I ever truly loved him,” you admitted.

“Can you explain further?” she quizzed.

“I think I just depended on him. He made me feel less alone in the world,” you explained.

“And in his absence, you feel like you can’t breathe? As if you don’t have anyone to depend on? Am I close?” she guessed.

You nodded quietly in agreement.

“I would consider Desmonde more of a distraction for you,” she answered.

“A distraction from what?” you questioned feeling somewhat confused.

“Your grief,” she breathed. “You lost your mother and you lost your baby. You distracted yourself with him. He was nothing more than a tangible coping mechanism.” she added. “And now that he’s gone, you can grieve so that you can heal,” she continued.

Immediately, you closed your eyes to shield the oncoming tears that were determined to be set free. Nervously, you bounced your leg repeatedly as you crumbled the hem of your shirt sleeve in the palm of your hand.

“Feel it and let it pass. Breathe Charisma,” Tiffany whispered. —--

(Present)

You answered the phone and readied yourself to hear all of the bullshit that was going to spew out of Desmonde’s mouth. Dramatically, you rolled your eyes and pressed the phone to your ear. With an exasperated sigh, you answered with such disinterest. The sound of desperation that coated Desmonde’s voice caught you by surprise, but what shocked you most, is the news he delivered. The moment the news traveled from his mouth and into your ear caused an instantaneous reaction. Your eyes widened with disbelief as your free hand found residence over your quivering lips. Quickly, you closed your eyes in hopes that your incoming tears wouldn’t shed. You didn’t realize you were frozen until a drunken stranger bumped into you snapping you back into reality. Your eyes were forced open and naturally, apologies were exchanged between you and the partygoer.

“Charisma are you still there?” Desmonde questioned.

You completely forgot that your phone was still resting against your ear. You never did verbally respond to the news.

“I’m here,” you breathed.

“I-I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, but believe me when I say that I do care about you. I always have and probably always will,” he admitted.

“Desmonde -” you paused. Before you could respond you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder.

Slowly, you turned around and were greeted by one of Micah’s security guards, Big Mike.

“Hey, I don’t mean to interrupt but Sego just finished his meet and greet session. He’s looking for you. I can escort you to him if you’re ready?” he quizzed.

“Okay. Can you give me a minute?” you responded politely.

“Absolutely,” Big Mike answered as he nodded.

Soon after Big Mike walked away and allowed you to finish your conversation. He made sure not to stray too far away, he could sense something was wrong.

“Desmonde, you still there?” you quizzed.

“I’m here,” he replied softly.

“Desmonde, I think it’s better if I figure this out by myself,” you responded, calmly.

“Charisma but I think - “ Desmonde tried to interject.

“I think it's better if I figure this out by myself,” you repeated, but this time more sternly. Thank you for telling me.” You added before abruptly hanging up.

Gradually you approached Big Mike.

“Actually, can you take me back to the hotel? I’m feeling a bit tired,” you confessed.

He nodded in agreement. “I’ll let the boss man know,” Big Mike stated.

Easily, Big Mike escorted you to the car safely. He watched you climb inside.

“You good? Comfortable?” He quizzed, with a warm smile.

“Yes,” you answered with a slight smile.

“Cool, cool. I’m going to make a quick call and then we’ll pull off,” he promised.

“Sounds good,” you replied.

“Aight,” Big Mike responded before closing the car door. —-----

Big Mike dialed Micah up to give him an update on the unexpected change of plans.

“Ayeeeee Big Mike!” Micah answered cheerfully. “Y’all on the way?” He asked.

“Not exactly. We’re heading back to the hotel. She said she doesn’t feel too well,” Big Mike explained.

“Is she sick? You think she caught something? You know what, I’ll meet y’all there,” Micah stated.

“Yes sir. Sounds like a plan,” Big Mike answered.

The call came to a mutual end and Big Mike hopped in the driver’s seat and pulled off. You rested your head against the window as you simultaneously looked out of it. You tried your best to quiet your mind.

“Feel it and let it pass….” you silently thought to yourself. —-

Part 9

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[analogskullerosis]

You know, I had always wondered if the show was ever going to offer a proper explanation as to why Niles eventually becomes paralyzed. It wasn't something I desperately needed to know... but I never would've guessed it was Cliff that accidentally did it. Seeing that happen and Cliff's decision to give the necklace back felt like the perfect end to their relationship. The entire series has shown them being great parallels of each other. They both committed actions against each other that caused their bodies to stop working (though Cliff's paralyzing of Niles was an accident, Niles fully meant to destroy Cliff), both are susceptible to blind anger until someone knocks sense into them, both found common ground as neglectful-but-well-intentioned fathers who were trying to be better men and give their offspring a better life than they had, both are selfish but still know right from wrong and when to give up something for someone else's sake. Of all the people haunted by Niles Caulder's actions, I'm glad it was Cliff (and Jane!) that seemed to have gotten the most closure from their final encounter.

It made perfect sense to me that Cliff was the one that paralyzed Niles. Depending on how you look at it, this episode revealed their animosity was technically started by Cliff. It was Niles that returned the favor and turned him into nothing but a brain in a robot. I get the feeling Kipling maybe didn't wipe Niles' memories of that night. How else could he know to tell Jane, "Kipling says knowledge of the future is a toxin" when she starts to tell him about her future? Though I suppose Niles could've been told that if he ever asked Kipling to play fortune teller for him, so there's that.

If Kipling didn't wipe Niles' memory and he knew the entire show that Cliff was the one that bound him to a wheelchair, then it would explain a few things, such as:

Where Niles got the idea to build a robot body in the first place. He met Cliff and was then driven to figure out how he built him.

Why Niles doesn't get more pissed off when Cliff acts like an asshole to him during the series. He already had experience with him in Paraguay and knew that despite all of Cliff's complaints and calling him a monster in the future, he knows Cliff has a good heart and cares about the others in his life.

Why Niles picked Cliff as the guinea pig for the Robotman body. Realistically, any human with a healthy brain would've worked. He's never implied that there was anything special about Cliff's brain that made him the perfect candidate. By that logic, Niles' experience with him in Paraguay pointed him in the direction of Cliff, both to preserve the time stream and because Niles wouldn't have to search for someone. He already knew his target decades in advance.

There's definitely A LOT more to say about Cliff and Niles' relationship. Especially now that their story with each other is fully completed and you can go back and study it more. These were simply thoughts that I had after finishing the episode. Excited to see how it all wraps up!

#original post #doom patrol #doom patrol spoilers

[agentravensong]

i've had a fic in my drafts for multiple years now (first version of it is from shortly post witch in the web) about paul becoming something of a surrogate dad for hannah (or, more accurately, just beginning on that journey, and then the events of tgwdlm happen). and now i have an idea for a similar story that i think i'm even less likely to finish, so i'm gifting it to tumblr:

bill becoming grace's new, better dad (potentially leading to, depending on how much you want to balloon the scope, the full ccrp gang (minus ted, for timeline reasons we'll get to shortly) becoming psuedo-parental figures for the full npmd protag gang)

to start: bill and grace. i think we can all agree that grace deserves better parents, right? well, there's one reason i think bill is the prime candidate to step into that role for her: they're canonically the same denomination and go to the same church. meaning that a) bill has seen this girl once a week for probably her whole life, so he's got to at least know her a little bit by now, and b) grace probably has a baseline level of respect for and willingness to listen to him, at least compared to any of the other ccrp adults (who are all different denominations).

them having their church in common gives them a starting point, but we also know just how different bill is from grace's parents (for one, he has no problem with his daughter being gay and dating). so being around him could give grace another perspective on life, one she wouldn't be so easily able to dismiss out of hand. there's a chance, however slight, that grace might actually believe him when he shows her there are other ways to be good. other ways to Be.

i guess there's also the possibility that grace's family (and thus grace) could secretly despise bill for not adhering to their version of their denomination's beliefs? but i still think it could work given the right circumstances.

what would be those circumstances, you ask? here's what i think:

the workin boys timeline, post workin boys (gals).

think about it: bill was there, and he has to know grace was there, since she's the one who Dealt with hidgens. imagine being him, and going to church the next sunday, and seeing her there. you'd be at least a little concerned about how she's doing, right?

now, answer me this: do you think grace's parents would be at all equipped to give grace the emotional support she would need after that experience? do you think they'd react at all rationally when they found out about this whole thing?

do you think grace would be able to fully keep up appearances the next time she went to church, after smiting someone in the name of god?

which is to say, i think bill, for as obtuse as he can sometimes be, would notice that she's not okay. and knowing how much he misses alice when she's not around, and how much he always worries for her... i think it's a fair jump to make that bill's fatherly side would start coming out. that he'd offer to be there for grace, and maybe start looking into her family on his own.

and grace, after a short while doing her best to hold things together on her own, cracks, and decides to take him up on that offer.

i think bill would have to do some more developing himself in order to really help grace, because we do see in his relationship with alice that familiar strain of overprotectiveness, even if it's much less dominant than in the chasitys. in that respect, i think setting a version of this idea in the watcher world timeline could be easier, because bill goes through some serious development there... but overall i find that version less interesting for grace, so instead, bill is gonna have to learn the longer way.

it would take a while for bill to start getting at the heart of how grace got messed up by her parents. but i think, with enough time — and maybe some help from a certain social worker and his specially gifted (girl)friend, if we say this timeline is one of the better 50% — he could get there.

now, i mentioned the other npmd teens up top. for the sake of this story, i like imagining that ruth actually survived; she hid when hidgens started murdering and he didn't get to her before the curtains went up. so she gets to be here! yay!

but, uh. none of them are doing too hot. obviously a ruth who lived through that would be traumatized; it might even ruin her love of theater entirely. ritchie saw it all, and i figure ruth wouldn't come out of hiding until after it was all over, so there were a good few minutes at least where he genuinely believed his (maybe best) friend was dead.

and, pete... he wasn't there, but, ya know. he lost his brother. so.

all the kids need help, is the point. and if bill is starting to look after grace, then it's basically inevitable (heh) that he'd start seeing some of ritchie (since he and grace were already kind of friends in this timeline, and i can imagine them developing a trauma bond in the aftermath of the event) and then, by association, ruth. i can even imagine him encouraging grace to hang out with them more as part of her healing, and then they could start having hang-outs at his place, and... plus, i figure the other ccrp adults probably at least vaguely knew about ted's younger brother, so bill doing at least one courtesy check-in on pete makes sense. and pete is friends with richtie and ruth, so, it all comes together!

and at some point, if bill is gonna end up helping out all these teens to some extent, it'll probably become part of his small talk at work, and that's how, if you wanted to, you could get the other adults involved. like, we know paul has babysat for alice before, so i think bill could probably convince him to help out here too... eventually. i mean, it's not like he'd ask him to take them to a musical, given Everything. if paul has started pursuing something with emma, then she can be here too! and charlotte... well, i don't know if we know anything about her opinion on children, and i don't want to stereotype her given she's the only woman of the group. but she's at least generally a nice person; i think she'd be willing to help out when she sees bill starting to get overwhelmed.

which basically just leaves the question of how steph gets involved. my answer: she hears about what happened, then learns that pete's brother was one of the casualties, and through some combo of feeling obligated and having a spark of an interest in pete, reaches out to him to ask how he's doing. so she gets pulled in through him. with this set-up, tho, i figure she probably wouldn't be a major player (though she definitely also deserves a better parent... that can be its own story).

to kind of wrap this up, the point of this whole story concept is that bill accidentally gets a second daughter, figuring out how to be a better dad in the process; and grace, on the precipe of entering adulthood with some fresh trauma, gets a real chance at salvation. a chance to be, relatively, normal. or, whatever she wants to be when free of her parents' expectations and religious standards. anything else for any other characters is a bonus.

(there can also be some alice — bill drama when alice next visits and starts noticing how much bill is devoting himself to this girl that isn't even his daughter. drama that, eventually, results in the two of them becoming closer, and grace getting an honorary older sister!)

(also remember that duke and holloway can be here helping with the kids, if you want them to be. and why wouldn't you?)

like i said up-top, i have no plans to actually write this. y'all can take it and do whatever you want with it. i just hope at least one other person gets something out of this bain blast i had :D

#starkid #hatchetfield #grace chasity #bill woodward #not tagging everyone else #workin boys #workin boys spoilers #nerdy prudes must die #(not really but close enough) #going back to the bill already knowing grace thing: i could honestly see him checking in on her as the theater's clearing out #sitting with her until her parents arrive or bringing her home #...except that the whole 'my coworker i brought with me to this show got shot' thing would probably be his primary overriding concern #i think he'd only really start thinking about the Implications for grace once some time had passed #on an entirely other note: if people are interested in the paul & hannah fic i mentioned up top let me know and i'll get into it :)

[misc-obeyme]

Could you do how the brothers would react to MC's Barbie and Lego sets? Would they play with them or just support MC by buying more sets

Hi there, anon!

While I definitely think all the brothers would be supportive, I also think all of them could be talked into playing, too lol.

Thanks for the request!

brothers react to GN!MC who has Barbie and Lego sets

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

Due to his busy schedule, Lucifer is not likely to engage in playing with your sets unless you really get on his case about it. He's a busy demon. He likes that you're occupied, but he has mountains of paperwork. Please, MC, he just doesn't have the time.

Will absolutely purchase you new sets. Probably doesn't know which ones you have or don't have, so might need to consult with you or one of his brothers before purchasing one for you.

He's going to be concerned about storage, though. Wants to make sure that you have enough space to keep everything tidy. Please make sure you don't leave any tiny pieces on the floor because if he steps on a Lego it's all over.

When he does have a little time, you might be able to wrangle him into building a Lego set with you. Watch as he gets incredibly invested, refusing to sleep until it's complete. Might get a little frazzled, but in the end it turns out perfect.

Mammon

Acts like he's not interested. He's gonna say stuff like well okay I guess the Great Mammon can indulge ya for a bit, MC! But really he's totally fine with playing with you.

Always buying you new ones. Actually knows every single set you own and therefore is able to buy you ones you don't already have.

Keeps a couple in his room. Might act like he's more interested in keeping a finished Lego set, but secretly enjoys the Barbie sets, too. Displays them prominently where he can see them.

Good at putting them together. Anything that needs assembly, he's on it. If you're really struggling with a certain set, he is there to help. He'll be able to figure it out for you.

Leviathan

Of course he'll play with you, MC! Like he doesn't know how it is to be interested in something like that. He's going to be right there, ready to go.

Definitely buys you new sets. Finds you limited editions. Will wait in lines with you if necessary. He knows about new releases before you do, even.

Shows you how best to display them while you're not using them. Depending on how rare they are, might insist you get three of every set. You know, one to use, one to display, and one to keep!

If there is any kind of equivalent thing in the Devildom, he's going to get you into that, too. Lego-like sets that are Ruri themed? Maybe there's a little demon doll that's as popular as Barbie and has her own play sets? He will suggest them all to you.

Satan

Not likely to play with them. Likes watching you play with them, though. He'll join in if you really want him to. Give him a little bit of a pout and he'll succumb pretty fast.

Biggest exception to this is going to be any kind of set that has cats involved. Veterinarian Barbie with her own clinic full of kitties? Lego cats? He is invested.

Probably won't buy as many for you as the others - just because don't you already have enough sets, MC? But if he sees something he knows you don't have or that he thinks you'll particularly like, he'll get it for you. Especially if it's one he knows you've been wanting for a while.

When he does play, he comes up with elaborate story lines for all your Barbies. In fact, his favorite one becomes Detective Barbie while the rest become suspects and one is the victim. Watch him act out entire murder mysteries with them.

Asmodeus

Okay. Listen. Asmo is going to be making you new sets. Give him all your Barbies. They clearly need new clothes. He'll make them all entirely new wardrobes. Might not have the materials to make new Lego sets, but he's very good at designing them still.

If anything needs to be repaired, he's the one to go to. Might rope Levi into helping, but together there's nothing they can't fix for you.

Absolutely plays with you if you ask. He's happy to join in, especially considering how happy you look when he does. He just wants to see your sweet smiling face, MC. Also, you can expect elaborate Barbie fashion shows, especially if he's made them all new outfits.

Will buy you new ones without hesitation. Will just buy one whenever he sees it, doesn't even know if you already have it or not. You might end up with multiple sets because of this.

Beelzebub

You should be okay with this guy unless you've got anything that looks even remotely tasty. Fake food? Building a Lego cheeseburger? Forget it, those things are gone in seconds. It doesn't matter that it isn't actual food, we know he can eat anything. He's sorry, MC. They just looked so good and he was so hungry.

Keep him away from that stuff, but otherwise, you've got a buddy here. Beel will pretty much do anything that will make you happy, so if you want him to play with you, he will. Doesn't question it or act like he's not interested, he's interested in what you are interested in.

Feels bad about any that he's eaten, so will absolutely buy you new ones. Won't do it randomly, though. Always checks with you first. He wants to be sure he gets you ones you actually want.

Will always get roped into whatever you're working on. Plays with all the Barbie sets and helps as much as he can with the Lego sets. Perfectly content to sit by your side for hours. Just tell him what to do, MC.

Belphegor

Surprisingly easy to cajole into playing with you. If you're sitting in one spot for a while because you're playing with one or your sets, he's probably already asleep next to you anyway. When he wakes up and sees you, he's not going to be able to resist joining in. You're pretty cute, MC.

Surprisingly, Belphie knows all your sets. Any time he's with any of his brothers and they're considering buying one for you, he'll be able to direct them to one you don't have yet. He will buy them himself, too, but only if he knows it's one you really want.

Expect him to start using the Barbies to imitate his brothers. Turns one Barbie into Lucifer who doles out punishments to the others. One of the Barbies is him and she gets to sleep through everything.

He'll also use the Legos to make Lucifer crazy. Leaves them where he knows Lucifer won't notice and then steps on them. If Lucifer gets on your case about it, Belphie will take full responsibility for it. He doesn't want you to get into trouble because of his pranks.

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Okay, another few questions:

1, how old were the original five X-Men at their introduction? 2, how old were they (OG team) when Banshee and the other "new X-Men" joined Cyclops in stopping Krakoa? And 3, how old were the original five when M-Day happened?

Sorry, these are details I just want to know for myself. Hope you don't mind the questioning, and keep up the good work!

According to [Uncanny] X-Men #1, Bobby Drake was sixteen when the team made its public debut. Furthermore he describes himself as a "couple" of years younger than his friends. We also know that Hank is somewhat older than Scott, Warren, and Jean. So, the short answer to your first question is: Bobby is 16, Warren, Scott, and Jean are 18, and Hank is probably 18 or 19.

It's not specifically clear whether Bobby is literally two years younger, or if "couple" is being used in a more figurative sense. I think it's safe to take at face value though, given that he is clearly presented as a member of their age cohort (along with Lorna and Alex); is meant to be reasonably close to the same age as Peter Parker and Johnny Storm (who should also be in the same general range as the original X-Men, as they were all teenagers at the same time); and lastly when Claremont revived the X-Men publication years later, Bobby was depicted as now comfortably a young adult, finishing up his accounting degree, at the same time that Jean was dealing with her first job drama, and Warren was off with the family business.

I also think it's safe to guess Hank is no more than a year older than the others. He's treated as a peer of his teammates rather than as a helper to the Professor, and seems comfortable as a member of the group even outside of X-Men training. Hank's more advanced academic pursuits with respect to his teammates are also shown to be a product of his intelligence and not simply him being in a more senior class, which I think furthermore point to him being loosely their age.

Later authors have occasionally given different ages to the first team, or at least to Scott. Bendis, who wrote them for the longest, identifies the younger Scott as sixteen when he first comes face to face with his modern counterpart (Uncanny X-Men volume 3 no. 12). In Matt Fraction's inexplicably titled Dark Avengers/Uncanny X-Men: Exodus, Scott gives a televised speech in which he claims to have joined the X-Men at age 15. And in Stuart Moore's X-Men Origins Cyclops, Scott is shown to have first met Charles when he was 17 (which works), but he also dates X-Men #1 as taking place when Scott was 21 (which contradicts every other version of the story).

I think it makes the most sense to just go with the original story, and take 18 as the team's median age. I think you could also just as well argue that the 15-17 number isn't in contradiction per se, but only reflects Scott's age when Charles started training him, or even when he first became Cyclops, and not his age in X-Men #1 when Jean joined the team and they confronted Magneto for the first time.

I know some fans also feel that the Bendis' run discounts the possibility that they're in their late teens, because he writes them so young, but I think that's kind of ridiculous. Bendis writes everyone like that, and in any case people are basically the same at 14 as they are at 34, so how much more mature does anyone get from 16 to 18, really?

I think having them remain (mostly) at 18+ is the most plausible reading of the original run, and the most consistent with their general dislike of Charles recruiting actual child soldiers in later classes, and as well with Marvel's editorial policy that the X-Men have existed for ten years in-universe in perpetuity and are now just shy of 30.

Second question: Their ages later on, when the All-New, All-Different team first formed aren't given directly, but they're easy to work out.

So, at time of first death, Jean was 24ish depending on when her birthday falls in the year. Scott and Warren are the same age, Bobby is two years younger, and Hank is probably around 1 year older.

How much time passes between Jean's introduction to Storm, Thunderbird, Wolverine, Banshee, etc and her death isn't specified, and during his first run, Claremont tried to maintain a pretense of everything occurring in real time, but already it had started to become untenable and can't be trusted.

At the time of Jean's death, the core Claremont trio of Storm, Wolverine, and Nightcrawler are still very early in getting to know each other as people, despite spending a lot of time together on page. So I think it's very likely that only a few months have passed between the new recruits joining the team and when Jean died and the remaining original X-Men make their departure. So I would just treat the Dark Phoenix Saga as taking place in the same year as the first mission to Krakoa, with Jean/Scott/Warren remaining 24 throughout.

Third question: To get to their ages at M-Day, I need to do something cataclysmically stupid. Something that I always tell everyone to never do when talking about the X-Men: I have to talk about how old Kitty Pryde was. She who has had three separate, non consecutive, fifteenth birthdays; and she who, famously, began the 1990s three years older than Jubilee, but still managed to end the decade two years younger than her. But, for once, bringing her into things is going to make everything else make more sense.

In X-Treme X-Men we're told directly that Kitty joined the X-Men five years ago. This is useful to know, because she joined the team on the exact same day that Jean died, so it has also been 5 years since that happened. X-Treme X-Men takes place at the same time as New Mutants volume 2, later to be relaunched as New X-Men: Academy X, which documents the first academic year of the Xavier School post its outing as a mutant boarding school. The two books ran parallel to one another and reference the same events in the lives of the original New Mutants.

Academy X concludes during the House of M crossover itself, and with the depiction of the typical US/Canadian school dances, and the inclusion of a year book issue, I think it's reasonable to conclude that the entire Academy X era takes place over about one full school year. So adding that together, M-Day should fall around 6 years after Jean's first death, making her, Scott, and Warren around 29-30, Hank 30-31, and Bobby 27-28.

If you want corroboration while also having the chance to experience a desperate urge to kick something, here's a cropped out section of the House of X/Powers of X timeline.

My version has a type mistake, where years 49 and 50 were incorrectly reversed. Genosha should be year 50, and Moira's "death" at 49. (IIRC later print editions fixed this) M-Day and Decimation would happen in year 51. The Year 47 event references the storyline beginning in Jim Lee's X-Men #1, and so the formation of the Claremont X-Men would likely be in Year 45 or 46. Scott and co being 30ish at Year 52, and working backwards...It actually all kind of lines up?

Which I hate! I hate that it works. It forces you to accept that everything after M-Day occurs over the course of just one single year. And it's so annoying that it's actually kind of possible, when you remember how much everyone loved decompressed storytelling in those days, and subsequently how almost nothing actually happened for a decade and a half of comics. But still! That's so ridiculous! Why do they do this!

Hope that helps! Thanks for the ask.

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Flightless Bird

Plot : 9/10

The yandere : 8/10

Artwork : 9/10

Author and artist: Seuseu

I am smitten by this author! Just finished binge reading their works back to back. I feel like I have to write a review while it is fresh.

Here is the thing. Not all manhwa author is a great artist and vice versa. But seuseu is excellent at both. Her plot and writing is concise, you would be left wanting for more yet satisfied at the same time. Weird feelings really. When other author writes season after season depending on the popularity of their work, Seuseu seems to specialise on stories that are well thought-out ahead pre-production.

Not only that, she is also blessed with unique lense on the presented problem. Each frame conveys a lot of meaning, sometimes not the most transparent. As a reader, you are invited to dig through the layers and interpret as you go. I am mesmerised by her intriguing take and poetic narration.

The art may not be for everyone. It is not the flashiest and can be quite monotone. But the style is so distinctive, I would be able to guess it is her just by looking at her style.

The story in this manhwa revolves around the taboo of an older guardian and his foster kid. It feels like incest even though it is not. Close. The male lead’s friend handed over his son to be taken care of. The male lead and the child ended up cohabitating, living together as a father and son pir. But slowly, we get to witness how after sometime passed, he finally grows up and started to covet his foster father.

Like father like son, Yeonwoo is as manipulative as his biological dad. Both using and exploiting the ML for their own benefit. The younger is much more sympathetic, as he does it out of love and obsession towards the main character.

To be honest, seuseu’s male leads are not the most obvious yandere out there. But they are master manipulators and often have a laser-focus obsession towards their boo. I love reading this type of male lead, who goes big brain to getting their love. Don’t miss it if you are into this yandere breed as well

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