#zip throught

[subtotechno]

(He wanders upstairs, into his attic. His guard is down, as it always is in this room. He walks carelessly, hooves clicking on the wood floor, searching for a book he left on the shelf.)

(There's a second where his ear flicks, turning toward a tiny hiccup of unfamiliar sound. There's a strange, unearthly clicking from that wall.)

(Then, a much more familiar noise: the buzzing of activated redstone zipping throught the floor. He tenses, but isn't fast enough to turn towards where the redstone is heading. In the end, it's what saves his life.)

(Arrows poor out of a hidden dispenser, trailing dark red particles through the air as they fly. The slime put twenty of them in the trap, and at the close range, only four of them miss their mark.)

(Dispenser can't launch arrows with much force, but even the shallow wounds are enough for the instant damage to take effect. The potion on the tips seeps into his blood, burning and stealing his breath away. He tries to yell for Phil but all that comes out is a stuttering, queit noise. He falls to his knees and gasps, drawing in half-breaths that are forced out again by the pain. His vision blurs and the voices swirl around him, screaming and overlapping their messages until it's all just noise, yelling for help and blood and vengeance.)

(He takes a moment to breath and collect himself, kneeling on the floor of the attic he'd gone to so many times for safety as the blood drips around him, and knocks a pattern on the floorboards.)

(Three knocks, three knocks, three knocks. SOS.)

#bell.ring #fire.works

[queen0fm0nsterz]

So, who do you prefer The Lady or The Thin man? Who would win in a fight? Do you think they are evil or that either one of them are responsible for the the way their world is, or are they just a byproduct of the world itself? Who only sustaining what was alredy there?

MASTERPOST

SO MANY QUESTIONS, ANON... I will do my best to answer all of them. I'm a tad bit rusty, but I'll make this a fun read, I hope.

Who do you prefer between the Thin Man and the Lady?

In theory, neither. They both have their strong and weak points as characters, and their writing is equally as impressive in two very different ways.

The Thin Man is a very simple man. He only has a single motivation, it's been the same throught his entire life and it will never change no matter how many times the cycle repeats. He wants his friend by his side. Simple, as I said.

There is not much to him, but in his semplicity, he's profound: that's because the lack of any other motivation gives us easier access to what he's feeling, why he's feeling it, and how it impacts the world around him. Because of this, out of all the antagonists in the entire franchise, he's arguably the most "human" of the bunch. When looking at him with the intention of analyzing him, you have to keep in mind that he's only driven by pure emotion. There is no reason for him to act the way he does other than his aching heart.

The culmination of this is in Signal Interference. That's his cry for help, one that will go unheard as he vanishes into nothingness.

On the other hand, the Lady is much more complex. She has places to be, and works to get done. The Maw is restless in its journey around the globe and so is she. Unlike the Thin Man, whose only role is that of himself, the Lady is so much more.

The Lady is a business owner. She's the head of what is possibly the world's most famous and appreciated establishment, one that is advertized everywhere for its "excellent" reputation. She's an entratainer; as such, it's her job to make sure everything goes perfectly under her guidance, see as she checks on the Guests regularly to supervise them. She's an icon, both in and outside the Maw, with multiple shrines devoted to her - she's so famous that even the common folk keep pictures of her in their own homes, almost as if she is a goddess to be worshipped. She's a scholar. An aspect of her character I don't see mentioned enough is her hunger for knowledge: look no further than her gigantic library, and all the open books she keeps scattered around the place. Also, she taught herself magic.

The Lady is so many things in the eyes of many. A saviour, a protector, a ruthless ruler, a soul sucking demon.

She is everything... except herself.

You see, the Thin Man is not one for appearences. He's the kind of person that does what he wants, regardless of what others will say or think. His impact on other people's lives is of no importance to him whatsoever. On the other hand, the Lady cares about her status as an ancient being way more than her counterpart. She's aware of her importance in the world and has learned to make sure she mantains that standard at all costs. Her thoughts and feelings on the matter do not matter.

An impulsive trainwreck and an unpeturbed overachiever... the world is not in good hands.

-- Back to the original question... as I said before. I enjoy them both equally for different reasons.

But one can't deny their own heart... I've had a crush on the Lady since when I was 13. The true bi awakening. I have an horrible relationship with my mother. Happy pride month.

Who would win in a fight?

I don't mean to sound biased, but canonically speaking, probably the Lady. She has far more experience than the Thin Man with her powers and is far more comfortable using them.

On the other hand, in a scenario where they have an equal amount of experience, the Thin Man would obliterate her. He could literally zip her out of existance and no one would remember.

Do you think they're evil or that either one of them are responsable for the for the way their world is, or are they just a byproduct of the world itself?

Both. The world around them shaped them to become as it preferred, which is exactly why they both behave the ways they do. They were just children too, once, a long time ago. Neither of them were always as crooked as they currently are.

However, the reason why the world remains as fucked up as it is, is because both of them fail to either see the faults in their reasoning (the Thin Man) or don't have the courage to take action to change things (the Lady).

They're both selfish, in a way. They have the power to change things, but they just... don't. The Thin Man is dead set on finding his friend again, so the fate of everyone else does not concern him as long as they don't get in his way. The Lady is comfortable living in a place where she can keep her hunger at bay at the cost of other people's lives, even though she's aware that she herself is being used.

Neither of them wishes for the situation to change. It's easier to not look too outside the box. The Thin Man's happy with his little yellow friend after devastating an entire city, and the Lady ignores the atrocities she causes on the daily in favor of her own comfort.

As long as they can live in peace, what happens in the outside world is not relevant.

This is how the cycle of abuse is sustained, which brings me to the last question...

Who is only sustaining what was already there?

The thing is... they both are the symbols of a society that never gave a shit in the first place. The Eye selected the two of them (and their predecessors /side glance @ the Ladies) to substain itself, but the truth is that it's not just their fault if the world is the way it is.

No one questions the way things are. No one dares to ask why. The adults don't care, too consumed by their jobs and lives to even remotely consider the possibility that maybe something's not right.

But you know who asks questions? Children. Endlessly curious as they are, they would question the world, which is exactly why they are seen as pests. They can think for themselves because they are far too young to be bought with money and cool advertisements, and the Eye can't have that.

At the end of the day, both the Thin Man and the Lady are born as victims. Neither of them was ever given the help they needed, and now they refuse to give it to the ones that will come next. Now, I will ask you a question: when is it that a victim stops being a victim, and becomes an abuser? Where do we choose to draw the line?

The pattern can be broken, but if the ones repeating it refuse to accept change, then it's a lost cause.

... we got a little heavy there at the end, huh. Thank you for your questions, anon! It was exactly what I needed to get back in the flow, especially considering it's my two favorite old bastards we're talking about. I hope the answers were enough to satisfy you!

#little nightmares #little nightmares 2 #little nightmares theory #ln theory #ln 2 theory #ln meta #little nightmares 2 theory #the lady #ln the lady #the thin man #ln the thin man #six #ln six #mono #ln mono #{they're not here but the talk about the cycle of abuse can also be applied to them to some extent #ahhh i missed doing this... im glad my braincells havent died yet #these two go so hard #my beloveds #they're so silly #but i care about them immensly #also dont comment about my crush on the lady. i have mental problems /lh #JEKFNSKFNKDDDJD #thank u for reading...m i will be going to sleep...m gn}

[shining-red-diamond]

Ch. 29: What’s It Going to Be?

Cast of Characters//Ch. 1//Ch. 2//Ch. 3//Ch. 4//Ch. 5//Ch. 6//Ch. 7//Ch. 8//Ch. 9//Ch. 10//Ch. 11//Ch. 12//Ch. 13//Ch. 14//Ch. 15//Ch. 16//Ch. 17//Ch. 18//Ch. 19//Ch. 20//Ch. 21//Ch. 22//Ch. 23//Ch. 24//Ch. 25//Ch. 26//Ch. 27//Ch. 28//Ch. 29//Ch. 30 (coming soon)

Words: 1k+

Pairing: ATEEZ x OCs

Genre: Angst

Warnings: kidnapping, attacks, use of weapons, character death

A slow but sarcastic applause resonated off the cave walls. As the crew turned around, they’re met with two figures approaching them, one tall and the other short.

“Who’s there?” Hongjoong calls out.

The taller figure steps forward, and it’s Steinbeck with a wicked grin plastered on his face. He was dressed in his usual attire, but he bore what looked like a cat scratch on his left cheek and was walking without his cane. However, he now had a pistol in his hand, and the air grew tense.

“I think I underestimated you all,” he smirked.

“What are you doing here?” Dalia asks, her brow raised.

“Oh, Dalia, you never were the best at sneaking around. I’m surprised you managed to swipe my secrets from my desk when I was resting at home.”

Yunho could tell Dalia wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. She was only trying to help, but the scientist still riddled her out.

“We know you’ve been following us,” Hongjoong stepped forward.

“So, I have,” Steinbeck confirmed as he held something beside him. “I’ve come for a little trade of sorts.”

The captain’s brow raised. “What kind?”

The professor pulled the figure in front of him, revealing to be Dahae. Her mouth was taped shut, hands were bound by zip ties, and her eyes were red as if she had been crying. Her face had welts where she had been struck multiple times. Steinbeck pointed his weapon to her temple.

“Dahae,” Hongjoong cried, his blood boiling seeing her like this.

The crew began to step forward, but Steinbeck warned, “One flash of silver from your weapons and she’s dead.”

The crew stopped, but they still were prepared.

“What’s the trade?” the captain asks, trying to keep his cool.

“Give me the piece you found,” the professor requests with an evil glint in his eye, “and she’s free.You show me the diamonds you have, and maybe I’ll give you the Colorado piece. What’s it going to be?”

Dahae’s eyes were filled with panic, and she even shook her head for her fiancé to not give him the diamond. As much as Hongjoong didn’t want to give the artifact to Steinbeck, Dahae’s life was more important. He ultimately decides to toss the piece to him, the professor throwing Dahae to him with a hard yank. Hongjoong immediately frees her from her binds with his pocket knife and just holds her in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed into his shoulder. “I’m so sorry. He attacked me on the ship and brought me here.”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Hongjoong soothes her. “You’re here now.”

“You,” Steinbeck points to Seonghwa, “lead us out since you’re second in command.”

He almost refuses until Hongjoong gives him the okay. Seonghwa reluctantly walks in front of the professor, the older man pushing the barrel against his back. Grace-Ane nearly protests, but Dinah covers her mouth. Hongjong helps Dahae up and acts as a crutch for her.

Seonghwa focused on the wall as the crew and professor walked the thin ledge to the steps, and soon they were back at the ship. The rest of the crew spread out throught the HALA, getting the ship started and Dahae into the medical wing. Steinbeck lets Seognhwa off the hook but turns the gun on Hongjoong, the captain having his gun out already.

“Now, look, boy,” the professor scoffs, “you don’t want to do that.”

“Do what?” Hongjoong replies. “Murder my friends because I didn’t make the discoveries they did and take all the credit? Cover up my tracks by placing their bodies in odd places?”

Steinbeck just stood there not showing a look of guilt on his face. “You knew?”

“You’re the only one I know who carries the gun that matched the wounds in their skulls.”

A wicked grin appears on the professors face. “Suppose I did kill my colleges,” he half-confessed. “They didn’t deserve to find all of those treasures and artifacts. I spent my life’s work cracking all of the riddles and codes, an adjust when I find where to go, those nitwits find them by chance.”

“That doesn’t mean you had to kill them,” Hongjoong shook his head.

“Just show me the bloody diamonds!” Steinbeck impatiently screamed, making the captain jump a little.

Hongjoong led him to Grace-Anne’s lab where the diamond pieces were held. Steinbeck immediately gravited towards them, his filled with lust for them.

“So many riches,” he says, “in finding where this unlocks.”

Two other guns cock. “It doesn’t belong to you,” Dalia’s voice growled.

Steinbeck turned his head to see Yunho and Dalia standing at the doorway with guns pointed towards him.

“Now, what makes you think that?” he steps foreward.

“My father was one of the scientists you murdered,” she confessed. “He told me about where the diamonds were and what they unlocked. He left me a note explaining everything in case something happened to him.”

“So, you came to work for me to eventually turn on me? Oh, you stupid girl.” He points the gun to Yunho and fires, but Dalia was quick to push him out of the way, leading her to take the bullet for him.

“What was that for?” Hongjoong shouted.

“One less problem to deal with,” he says before getting tackled by Yunho, knocking the gun out of his hand. The younger boy punched and kicked the professor, screaming profanities at him as Hongjoong tried pulling him off.

“Yunho! Yunho, STOP!” Hongjoong commanded before getting hit in the nose on accdient.

Having heard the gunshot, the others ran to the lab, and Yeosang immediately started on chest compressions on Dalia to try to keep her alive until they could get her to the hospital. Mingi and Jongho helped Hongjoong pull a hysterical Yunho off and eventually got him to just lay on the floor, which just led to him crawling over to Dalia and pushing Yeosang off to just cradle her lifeless body.

Steinbeck tried to reach of his gun that had fallen out, but Hongjoong just stepped on it.

“Okay, Steinbeck,” Hongjoong growled, “you give us the last piece, and we can march right down to the police, and you confess to all of the crimes you commited.”

“And if I don’t?” Steinbeck spat, his nose bleeding.

Hongjoong leaned in closer. “Then you’ll be tied just below the crow’s nest for twenty-four hours. And as Dinah will tell you, it gets hard to breathe up there. So what’s it going to be?”

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[k4rm4009]

CHAPTER 001

 I can still see the flames engulfing my house. when I close my eyes to sleep each night. I’m always shrouded by a pitch black void that just leaves me and the house alone.  Sometimes I hear my father's voice screaming in the flames, but other times I wake up with my father beside me looking at me with pure terror in his eyes and when I look around I always spot record player with the vinyl playing and it’s always the same sound crackling noise of the fire and debris falling down.

“Do you think that you subconscious is trying to tell you something?”  looking up at me, her words hanging in the air like a flickering flame. Dreams can often bring forth suppressed emotions and experiences that we might be ignoring in our daily lives. I don't know what my subconscious tell me besides the things I already know, and what I know is that his death was not an accident. Growing up with my father in the I came to noticed the unusual things he did. He never liked it when people stood behind or the fact that I knew had guns hidden throught out the house and when did ask him about all these things, he would tell me “Ill tell you when your older.

“I know”, she said crossing her leg over, but they could be could hold some of the answers you’re looking for, staring intently. There was a sudden shift in the air as she said it, like she knew more then she let on. 

Before we end this session, she said. she’s stands up and walks over to her desk” I want you to write about these dreams in this,” and pulls out a journal. This is a journal for you to keep track of your dreams and each time you come back, you can tell me about them and how you felt in the moment. 

After grabbing the journal and saying our goodbyes I started to make my way out of the office buildings, “ Are my dreams really trying to tell me something” I thought to myself. Zipping up my leather jacket I strolled down the street with the city lights illuminating  against my face.  Every time I think of him I feel a squeezing sensation in my chest. Walking some more I hear grunting noises, following with pleads and laughter . Getting closer I’m left to turn in a empty alleyway. Sighing I turn around and make my way back but being curious I walk back down the corner and peek my head. 

I see what it looks like to be three man and a black van, thier all wearing mouthless masks with one eyehole they’re talking to man who’s battered body is kneeling on the ground and laughing.

Wow this fucker is really laughing a deep voice says,  it looks like it’s coming from the one with  long hair by the way he’s shaking his head, let’s hurry up and finish this shit  I’m ready to leave now one of the say. The one with black hair pulls out a gun and points it at the injured man's head. I start breathing fast and my hands become clammy, and before  bullet rang  through alleyways the man with black hair  makes eye contact with me freezing completely in place, I couldn’t move an inch  of my body the only thing I could feel was the way my heart fell through my chest. Hearing the thud of the man’s body.  I built up the courage to start running, I felt the vibration of my phone  on my side and picked it up “ Douglas are you here??!

“Yes, buts wrong you sound out of breath,

“Dont worry about it i'm just running, “looking behind me before facing front  

Spotting his car I pick up my pace even more and enter the limo quickly 

“Im really tired so can we head home quickly,” catching my breath

His eyes looked at me with concern from the front view mirror as we set off home.

—-----

Coughing up the smoke I didn't  bother to look around, I only stared at the dancing flames as they trail up my body. I hear footsteps as they get closer to my body, they stop beneath me and I feel my body rise. Peeking one eye open I look up to see the man with the black mask, hes walking us out of the house. I open the both of my eyes to see the full moon as he sets me down the ground. Gazing at the sky I feel a cold piece of metal pressed against my head. Hearing the trigger clink back my body jerked awake.

“Good morning ms. Moore how did you sleep” the voice coming from the maid.  I've had better nights, walking into the kitchen I found my mother in there wrapped up in a white robe. Im sorry I didnt get to ask how your session was last night work, was keeping me late, grabbing my banna and muffin “its fine “

“Wait Naomi are not gonna eat breakfast  with us?” 

‘Im fine “ 

“ It doesnt matter, you should eat with us like a family”

“Youre the last person to speak about family” muttering under my breath 

“What did you say!”

“I said that yo–

“ladies , ladies lets calm down,” Mr. Devereaux says while walking in london “Why dont we let Naomi skip breakfast so she  doesnt get late for school, he says before kissing her cheek and you have some telework waiting for you sweetheart so lets just leave this for another day. 

Muttering thank you I walk out not before seeing london sideeye me, we have been having problems since the day got here, but most of the time she dont speak to me. 

Settling in the car I look out the window to see the house, I still can never get used to it. The house an all white french chateau, my mother all this time was leaving in mansion after she decided that she wanted to cheat on my father twice, I guess she wanted something better then what my father was giving to her. Leaning my head against the glass I get this feeling that I should enjoy my life right now.

A/N: This is not edited sorry; I just want advice to improve my writing/storytelling skills.

#authors #books #literature #reading #first post #idk what tags to use #wattpad #black writer #smut

[90secondnewbery]

Three Times Lucky by Sheila Turnage

2013 Newbery Honor Book

Adapted by Chloe H. of Colony Meadows Elementary (2022)

From Sugar Land, TX

Judges' Remarks: I enjoyed this live-action adaptation of the story! The skillful cinematography and crisp editing worked well to help tell the story, and all the actors’ performances were energetic and charismatic. The occasional intertitles helped to keep the story clear as it zipped along, and I appreciated that the movie was full of action and visual storytelling instead of just dialogue: people running around, jumping into cars, embracing, etc. I also liked the attention to detail, like the closeup shot of the note, or how certain characters were labeled so that it’s clear who is who, or how they turned the cafe sign from "closed" to "open" at the beginning. A fun sprint throught the story!

[allegxry]

❛  i’ve been touching myself to the throught of what you’re gonna do to me.  ❜ (robin to ellijah, dirty kind of teasing meme)

He had robin on speaker phone, the shop closed up and cleaned, just throwing a few things in a backpack to head over. Never leaving anything there to take up actual space or to make Robins place feel like anything, he didn’t mind Robin leaving things at his though. Some outfits, regular clothes, toothbrush and a handful of toys. All put away and out of sight until Robin came over and changed that. He simply laughed at the confession though, “Well, since you’ve started without me, you can finish without me too.” Not much amusement in his tone when he spoke but Robin definitely knew better, especially knowing Elijah would be there in about twenty minutes. “Impatience gets you nowhere, little one, you know that.” Saying it almost a condescending tone, still, he zipped up the back back and headed to his car out front to still make his way over.

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[globalatomic]

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[oh-for-fic-sake]

Two More Bedrooms

Masterlist

The baby is on his way and who better to help you through slow labor then nurse Paige!

Warnings: Swearing, Graphic birth sort of?, Terribly Written Birthing Scenes, Fluff! and humor

A/N: So this is the last one of these for a while guys got a few other things I want to concentrate on however I did enjoy writing this one had a right laugh! any way I hope you enjoy as always xx

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters​ @thatgirly81​ @angelofthorr @iloveyouyen​ @sofiebstar​ @thefangirlsblog​

Henry opened the boot of the car with a groan. It was go time. Well not really he had finally got back from filming late. It was late October and he was running around doing his fatherly duty of putting together the furniture for his sons nursery. His son. Each time he said it he got a huge wave of fatherly pride. He was having a little boy, he would be here in a matter of days! Well he was due in just under ten days. Henry was ecstatic. And behind he had a lot of things to get done. Starting with the cot. You had been terrified that he wouldn't be home in time and it was to late in the pregnancy to fly out to him either and you'd already sorted out your birthing plan here! To say you'd got yourself in a state was an understatement especially with the drama at the nursery, but Henry was here now he had taken care of everything!. He heaved the first heavy box up the stairs you and Paige watching from the sidelines neither of you had let him see the nursery on the phone wanting to keep it a secret. As tempting as it was to do a dc theme you'd decided against it.

Paige wanted a 'zoo room' and well to be honest it was a better idea then your 'generic pale blue'. He walked into the large room smiling you'd both done a hell of a job...so some of the mural was tilted and out of line, he didn't care it was Paige's first time helping to hang wallpaper and he was damn proud of his little nugget!

It was incredible the largest back wall was a custom wallpaper mural it was a white background with strategically placed palm trees jungle vines an 'life sized' elephants, giraffes ,zebras you name it! In the trees there was monkeys and various brightly coloured parrots perched and in flight. The floor was sanded leaving it a lighter oak and the rest of the walls painted a very light sage colour. There was boxes and boxes of toys, soft furnishings and essentials packed n the far corner including  a five foot tall giraffe teddy that Paige had wanted to buy the baby...That was just one of her many gifts to him.

Henry loved it and had praised the both of you for what you had achieved. Finally four trips later he had retrieved all of the furniture and it was now time to assemble. Moving he quickly unclipped his drill box flipping it open then turned when he heard the door open and saw Paige peeking in, she had a bowl of cut grapes and apples with her, he smiled you must have gave her snacks to come an watch.

"Hey Nugget..You want to help?" She nodded and walked over to him and sat down next to him still in her pajamas even though it was two in  the afternoon. She had been relaxing with you on the sofa watching tv She watched carefully as he began to pull out the flat packed crib from the box.

"Hold the box for me okay..one..two..three....there we go!...see can you guess what this is?" She looked at it skeptically humming.

"Cot?" Henry chuckled nodding.

"That’s right this will be the cot and we have a changing table a wardrobe  and chest of drawers to make....then We have to get the rocking chair from the snug in here....Do you know where everything is supposed to go in here?" She nodded popping another grape in her mouth then offered hi one. He smiled plucking a red grape from the top.

"Good because mummy isn't allowed in here until we are done!" She giggled at him and began the hard task of supervising him.

Remarkably everything was much easier to put together then last time ...though he didn't wing it this time and read the instructions which Henry has decided he will do in the future, everything ran smoothly. Paige was giddy as she got to help make the furniture. Henry had held the drill a few times letting her pull the trigger and she was over the moon. Henry had given her a little lesson on drill bits and proper safety showing the little girl how it worked and she had loved it, he thinks it was less about the lesson and more about having one on one time with her dad. It was nearly three hours later but finally the room was done he and Paige had even unpacked the baby clothes. You had broke down in tears seeing the finished room, it was beautiful and calming. The wood of the furniture was all a mix of white painted and oak that was only one shade darker then the floor. 

It was now four days to go. The nursery had been moved about every single day. You were nesting, it frustrated you, you needed to clean but the 'cavillry' had been on your case not letting you do anything. You just couldn't explain it, you wanted to hoover,mop,dust, clean, wipe! You wanted to nitpick! You just... you was on edge you could feel it, he was close so close to being here but you couldn't settle. Thankfully though Henry being home meant you didn't have to worry about much you were all ready!

Henry gulped...well shit if you wasn't on edge before you would be now if you found out. 'She'd be raging' He had just realized he hadn't packed a bag. Fuck. He now had to covertly pack this thing without you finding out he had forgot...he needed a sneaker.

"Paige! Can you come here a moment poppet?!" The little girl came into your Shared bed room.

"Yes Daddy?"

"Right...Daddy messed up....and i need your help can you be sneaky for me today?"

"Sneaky daddy?" He nodded

"Yes we need to get mummy's hospital bag ready! And daddy forgot so i need you to help me get all the things we need for when your brother gets here....can you do that poppet?"

"Okay daddy whats first?” and so began a morning of creeping around the house trying to pack the bag he had said was packed three days ago. Paige he been caught stealing the baby wipes but finally everything was laid out on the bed.

"Right nugget it looks like we did it now the final check okay."

"Tag on the bag? Check, wet wipes nappies-"

"Wow daddy will he be this tiny?" Henry chuckled nodding as Paige placed the tiny nappy in the bag on top of the others

"Yes nugget so tiny and cute...I truly can’t wait for him to get here, your going to love him! And hold him and snuggle him"

"I-I get to cuddle?" He nodded sitting beside her on the bed

"Oh yes baby girl! You can have as many cuddles as you want! You are his big sister...When he grows up he is going to learn a lot for you, you get to play with him  teach him your games and how to grow the fruit in the garden and teach him to walk and talk, your going to be so close baby girl...your- your baby brother wont be just a brother...But a best friend for life!" She grinned wide still smoothing her little fingers over the small pamper.

"Now what else-ah bottles, formula, cool scarves check check check....reusable sanitary pads witch hazel check double check...wheat cushion and sports bottle..where the - Paige is Mummy’s sports bottle in there?" She dug around to the bottom and nodded

"Uhuh its there daddy and juice!"

"Good right then its just the baby grow! And I know that's in the front pocket! Woohoo we are all done!" Paige shook her head frowning

"No-No daddy wheres the snuggy! He will need his snuggy I got him A snuggy daddy!" Henry smiled at her.

"I know baby girl but Mummy and I think its better if you gave it to him when you meet, then he knows its from you" at that Paige calmed down...

"Really Daddy? I can give it to him...will he like my snuggy?" Henry nodded to her zipping up the bag and picked her up placing her on his hip.

"Absolutly baby he will love it...Its the wolf one mummy showed me isn’t it?" She nodded as Henry moved out of the bed room and down the stairs.

"I thought so a very good choice nugget, so soft and small enough he will be able to hold it straight away, you keep it close to the door when me and mummy go and daddy will come and get you when he is here. You remeber what we said?"

"That-that you and mummy go to hospital and get him out then I can see him in the hospital after!" Henry placed the bag by the front door so he just had to grab it on the way out when the time came.

"Forgot the chargers" Henry jumped up

"What-hey sweety what are you doing up and about thought you were in the den reading?"

"You think I wont notice my own husband and daughter skulking about the house all day collecting things?..... Come on move knew you hadn't packed idiot..." you moved over to the bag placing two chargers in the side pocket then stood up right kissing him on the cheek as he blushed at being caught out.

"Daddy does Mummy know everything that happens...." he chuckled watching as you waddled back towards the kitchen muttering something about pickled eggs.

"Yes baby yes she does...we are...bad a sneaking I think"

"We need to get better at it daddy" he nodded to his eldest and followed you to the kitchen hoping you wasn't angry, but by the soft giggles he doubted it

"I can hear you two you know! There will be no more sneaking about now come have some lunch!"

Lunch was a bad idea! You groaned holding your stomach rubbing the taught muscles, sure you had twitches but fuck! You thought they were braxton hicks! You had them for three days none stop about a week before Paige was finally born. But no you were slowly realizing that this might be it!

You rolled onto your side holding your tummy as another slightly powerful contraction pulled Kal had just left the room barking and you could hear henry stampedeing throught the house to your side Paige running in a few moments behinde...Dressed as a nurse...Oh for fuck sake...Why the hell did he get her the nurse set!

"Babe! Oh god babe are you? is it time?!" You shook your head and held out your hands signaling him to help you sit up he did kneeling before you

"Is...Is it the baxtons again? Have they started?" You took a deep breath.

"I...I don't think so had them on and off for the past few days but they are getting worse...I think I'm in slow labor can't do anything yet, gotta wait it out!" Paige interrupted by putting her 'baby headphones' on which was her toy stethoscope on your tummy and nodding

"He wants to come out got to hospital" you and Henry laughed at her.

"Oh my god haha! Paige-y Poppet!"

"Nurse Paige Daddy...I'm a nurse today!" you calmed down

"Well your right nurse Paige he is on his way...But we have to wait until he is just about to come out until we go to the hospital...A few more hours at least..Not only that I'm not leaving this house till I’ve fucking pooped! And have a coffee Henry...don't need to falling asleep again!"

"Again...Mummy have you did this before?" You and Henry shared a look.

"Yes baby with you....You were in my tummy and we went to the hospital and got you out..daddy passed out cos he looked

"I did not look woman! It was stress! And low blood sugar!" Paige meanwhile was quiet trying to process the fact that she had come out of you....The little girl knew she was in your tummy at one point but never gave it much thought....

"You-you I'm not poop am I? You didn't poop me out did you mummy?....Rose still says you poop out babies I don't want to be a poo!" You smiled at her and chuckled.

"No poppet your not poop? You were a baby just like your brother will be...but mummy does need to try poop before she leaves"

"You want a coffee mummy? You can't poo until after coffee...Daddy make mummy a coffee so she can poo and go get my brother" Henry chuckled and saluted

"Yes nurse Paige...do we still have decaf love?." You nodded to him smiling

"Yes thank you love I'm gonna get changed then I will be down" he hummed

"Nurse stay with your mum...come get me if anything happens okay poppet?" She nodded and 'helped' you up towards the stairs.

The coffee did not work as time ticked on it became clear that you was definitely in labor, the pains were bad and contractions worse then you remembered. You sat there on the toilet determined that you would empty your bowels before leaving but you were cutting it close. Your waters were slowly trickling now, but your adamant you can last you are not shitting yourself during birth! You held the side of the tub cringing at the harsh tugs of your muscles as your body tried moving the baby lower. You squinted trying to forget the pain and focus on the task at hand it was hard to go with Paige standing at the door with Kal.

"Paige?...Can mummy poop in peace?"

"Yes" you gasped as another wave started and curled over on yourself.

"....Alone maybe?" Her face lit up and she smiled

"OOOH alone? no"  your face dropped what?

"Paige please?" You begged really needing her to understand and leave you to it like Henry was, though you suspected he was at the top of the stairs listening out

"...No mummy you need a nurse here in case...Me and Kal are nurses" oh for fuck sake

"Incase of what baby?"

"..If you push to hard you might poop out the baby..." you sighed rolling your eyes trying to control your tone not wanting to scream at her but at the same time you wanted a fucking shit in peace!

"Paige I promise I wont poop out the baby"

"But daddy said he's coming" you growled fisting your hands having just about enough as another contraction began pulling at you, really you should be on your way to the hospital already.

"Paige honey...I promise you I will not poop out your brother...But mummy really really needs to go and your putting me off..."

"Okay mummy..." she turned around and patted Kal

"Come on Kal turn around mummy can't poop when your watching"

"Paige please go downstairs"

"No mummy...Just poop already! Its okay if its smelly...I've been to the toilet after you before...And we got this see?" She waved a small can of air freshener that you failed to notice until then okay right that's it!

"Oh for fuck sake-BABE! COME COLLECT YOUR OFSPRING!" Paige blinked confused as Henry came in and collected her, scooping her up sheepishly.

"Come on nugget! Lets got double check the bag...Micah and his mummy will be here soon..."

"But daddy mummy needs me! I'm a nurse!" He shushed her and turned to you.

"Their five minuets away babe might want to wrap this up-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT I NEED A SHIT!!!" You swear for a second you really was married to Clark kent at the speed he left the bathroom as you flung a bottle of bubble bath at the closed door.

What felt like a few moments later you were being ushered out of the door by Fran giving Paige and Kal kisses promising to see them soon. You and Henry pulled away from the house in silence tense and excited.

"You ready?" All he got was a loud groan in reply as you gripped the door and dashboard you had left it to late

"H-henry put your fucking foot down! He is comeing fast!" Started by the change in tone he did as asked flooring it, the hospital was only five minutes away thankfully livjng on the same side of town was ta god send.

"Fuck babe are you- why didn't you say anything inside!? It he that close?!"

"YES HERNY BUT I WAS NOT SHITTING ON MYSELF BIRTHING HIM NOW FUCKING SHUT UP AND FUCKING DRIVE THIS FUCKING MOTHER FUCKING CAR TO THE CUNTING HOSPITAL!!!" You ended with a low pained groan but henry in his panic just continued his blathering

"Do-did you go for the epidural? Can they?-"

"ITS TO LATE! JUST OHHHHH FUUUCKING HELL NO!" your groans got higher and louder as the pain and awful need to push became almost to much to bare.That did the trick. Henry soon realized that you were in the middle of active labor.

"What the fuck? babe why didn't you say something?! breath breath remeber-"

"I AM FUCKING BREATHING!!! IF NOT ID BE FUCKING DEAD....oh fuck me- sorry babe these things hit hard...I didn't ant to worry you or Paige be he wants out now- OOOHHH GOD NOO FUAUHGK JUST FUCKING TOOT THAT CUNT GO AROUND HIM HENRY?! GET OUT OF THE WAY ASSHOLE! PUSHING A BABY OUT HERE!!"

"Babe the windows open-"

"FUCK THE WINDOW MY FUCKING CERVIX IS OPEN!!oooh and done wow...You know I'm done after this one...Fucking done" You pressed back into the seat taking deep breaths laughing in delight as the hospital came into veiw patting your tummy

"okay...okay breath this is it baby boy~ fUUUCK ME! Auggghhh! no don't that's whats got us here", Henry tried not to laugh but he couldn't hold it he chuckled as he sped past the barriers and skidded to a stop by the maternity unit swearing

"Fuck fuck fuck HELP HE'S COMING FAST!!! okay bag bag and plan- we have the birthing plan- whats the birthing plan babe?!" he panicked as you both made it into reception you doubled over legs spread wide baring down as the contraction built in strength.

"TO GET HIM OUT- THAT’S THE FUCKING PLAN FUCK THIS WAS SO MUCH BETTER WITH A FUCKING EPIDURAL-!" suddenly seeing what was happening you were whisked into a room by midwives that already knew this baby was coming much faster then expected.

You were quickly placed on the bed legs spread and a midwife checking she swore and pressed a button above you on the bed raising an alarm. she turned to Henry asking him questions

"Dad? this your first baby?"

"No second, our second" he lifted your papers as you screamed out again he was panicked

"Okay right was it a natural birth last time?" Henry nodded to the woman then suddenly there was two younger women in the room

"Shes crowning fast, the baby will be here in a matter of minuets okay...I need a bassinet, blanket tools the lot, get those notes off dad and get a ecg in here I want baby's heart rate!...Right dad you with me? good up here hold her hands there's no time for pain meds this baby wants out now!" you groaned holding Henry's hands tight swearing panting

"Its-He's coming! he will be here soon" you had a holter monitor on your tummy and there was another alarm pinging you looked to one of the younger women who had brought in the .

"What-whats that? is everything okay? is he okay?"

"Yes ...Your baby is just a little stressed out okay? nothing to worry about love its just that your in the end of labor already " she quickly moved around

"Right Mrs Cavill take some deep breaths for me darling...Okay in...Out good and again....Good right your baby is right here...Can you feel my fingers? Yes? that’s their head right there sweetheart now I need you to push okay? on the next contraction as hard as you can its really important okay-" you pushed with all your might but noting he didnt move, the woman tensed.

"Okay...Right Mr Cavill she doesn't have any blood condition's does she? hiv? anemia?" Henry shook his head

"No-no she hasn't why?"

"Right okay get them over here...Right Mrs Cavill I’m going to have to cut you my love" you screeched shaking your head

"N-NOO PLEASE-please don't I can do it- please" henry tooka few secons to catch up...They were going to cut you? cut your-Oh god! he moved forward holding you tight trusing the midwives to do their job, they new more about this then the both of you.

"Shh shh I know its not nice but the baby is stuck honey their shoulder is trapped my love if you keep pushing you could hurt him so just one tiny little snip and he will be here okay?" you whined crying into Henry nodding who relayed the message as the woman was already poised with the...Terrifying scissors between your legs.

"Yo-you pro-mise?"

"I promise, you wont feel a thing it will be so quick, and after we will get you a nice morphine drip how does that sound? but right now the baby needs to be out asap, you left it to long to get here, if they wasn't stuck you'd have had them in the car on the way here in the car!"

"She wouldn't leave the house till she went a loo... Didn't want to poop giving birth" the midwife rolled her eyes.

"oh sweet pea we have seen it all before, okay now ready, as soon a this contraction it over you will have your little baby I promise you love" you nodded reaching for Henry who curled over you holding your hands kissing your face

"Henry I’m scared! don't pass out-don't fucking pass out Henry! I need you please please stay with me!"

"I'm here! I'm with you love...I'm not going anywhere just think our little boy!" you nodded and screamed loud as your final contraction came on building then- nothing the burning pain was all you felt then a loud sigh of relief as your son was born.

"There we go I told you! Well done! A little boy! congratulations!" you wept as the midwife held him higher for you to see and burst out crying. Henry couldn't believe it! his son his little boy was right there! he could see him hear him!

"Dad...ready here cut just there" Henry held the scissors cutting the tiny baby from his mother the room was full with the cries of the newborn.

"C-can I pass out now?" you slapped at him watching as the midwife called out time of birth.

"And that is Cavill, male, born at three minuets past seven pm October thirtieth..ooo nearly a halloween baby~"

"He was due November third...Four days early" Henry added wiping tears from his eyes watching as they washed him up and measured and weighed him.

"Well no wonder you had to be cut lovey! he is a big boy! 9lb 9 ounces! and 22 inches in length...definitely going to take after his daddy!...Okay okay here we go fussy little monkey~" Henry was handed your son first as you were being stitched up and a morphine drip being inserted, you didn't feel anything other then shock. he was here...your baby your little man! Henry froze looking at the bundle.

"He is so...Perfect! I-I can't-love he is" you nodded leaning over as Henry sat down shushing him rocking the boy gently. The nurse who had finished putting in the canular and started the drip came over.

"Would you like me to take some pictures? first cuddles?" you both nodded handing her Henry's phone and posed with your son...Son you had a son he was here...and a noisy little bugger if you did say so yourself. Henry handed him to you pressing kissed you your head

"Thank you so much my love! you've made me the happiest man on the planet!" the nurse took some more photos then you were left alone. You both sat in awe of the little boy as you held him steady feeding him quietly rocking.

"you want a coffee love? and I will call Fran get her to bring over Paige" you nodded then looked to the bag

"Did you bring?"

"Yes I did they are in there wrapped up and ready I will be back in when they get here...Want some snacks to?" you nodded

"A coconut late with extra syrup...Double shot oh and some milky bar! the big one and some monster munch!" he nodded already on the phone to Fran to deliver the good news.

Twenty minuets later there was a knock on the door and in came Henry Paige was uncharacteristically hiding behind him unsure of herself, he must have told her to keep quiet. she tiptoed in and stood at the bed on tip toes trying to peek."I-Is he here? where is he Mummy?" you moved the blanket letting her see the blue bundle.

"Henry lift her up-Oh hi Fran?" you nodded smiling noticing she was filming the siblings meeting. Henry hoisted Paige to sit next to you she was scared stiff just looking eyes fixed on her brother. she looked to you then the baby.

"He's mine? my baby brother...He is so small daddy look at his little fingers" Henry smiled to her nodding getting all choked up already.

"Y-yes baby girl he is very small...The nurses said he is going to be tall tho...Well aren't you going to give him the snuggy you got?" Paige bit her lip and tentatively crawled over you him crouching

"I-I can touch him...He wont cry" Henry chuckled at her worried expression.

"He shouldn't do baby and if he does its just because he is a tired little baby!" slowly she made her move, moving to give him the toy placing it near his tiny hand, once he felt the softness his hand clenched around it.

That was when Paige lost it, almost as if realizing that he was a real baby, not a toy the flood gates opened and she quickly moved in over her brother crying softly into his blanket trying to cuddle him softly you rubbed her back as she was overwhelmed sobbing quietly to herself rocking slightly.

"H-hi B-baby...I-I'm you b-big sister" you and Henry smiled to each other knowingly tears welling up fast any doubts you'd had vanished as Paige coddled the tiny boy. You moved nodding for her to come sit on your side.

"Come on poppet time for his big sister to get a cuddle!" she gasped looking up wiping her eyes.

"R-really I can ho-hold him? but I th-thought dad-dy just said that to-to make me fe-eel better" Henry shook his head moving to stand beside you both so Paige as in the middle

"No of course not sweet pea...now here this is for you  little lady" she blinked looking from you to Henry

"Presents?"

"Yes love a present's from the baby to you see? here open it see what he got you". you watched as she opened the gifts, one was a small wolf teddy that looked a little like the snuggy Paige had just given her brother, the other was a worlds best big sister t-shirt. she looked around stunned

"Daddy- Mummy look- look he likes wolves...Just like my snuggy I got him- see its almost the same daddy look look!" Henry smiled at her chuckling

"I see that princess..not what about this one here~" she tore open the paper holding the t-shirt

"A-a T-shirt daddy whats it say?"

"It says worlds best big sister! see he already knows your going to be the best big sister! want to put it on?" she nodded already having he top half off before he even asked once dressed in her new top you decided it was time for cuddles and pictures you both moved her little arms so she could support him properly.

You all smiled as Fran stood by and took a few snaps with Henry's phone tears streaming. Paige looked down in awe as the child wriggled she looked up alarmed.

"No- Mummy I didn't-"

"shh shh its okay see he is just waking up...It must be your snuggy he wants to have a look~" Paige watched in fascination as her brother opened his eyes yawning at her.

"Soo? what the little ones name?" Fran finally asked buzzing with excitement

"Silas...Silas Cavill" Paige quirked a brow and shook her head.

"No-no Daddy I don't like it" you and Henry burst out laughing.

"Well I'm sorry nugget that's on his birth certificate nothing we can do now-" Henry tried to explain but was cut off

"Rub it out you did it in pencil didn't you?"

"I'm afraid not Paige, He is called Silas" Paige huffed looking down at Silas bouncing him a little.

"Oookaayy but the next one is a girl and I’m naming it" you and Henry blinked

"W-what Paige-y?"

"The next baby is a girl and I wanna call it Pearl...so its Paige and Pearl." Henry waved his hands in the air exhausted by his eldest.

"Unbelievable- Paige how about we see how you and Silas get on-"

"No daddy go have sex I want a sister- there are two more bedrooms at home!" you burst out laughing as Paige said this whilst rocking Silas slowly before kissing him on the cheek.

"My baby brother...I love you and cant wait for you to meet Kal...He is a bit like a wolf...And bear so your going to love him!...He is loud sometimes but he is a good boy" you tilted your head before going to take Silas back but Paige whined and twisted him away.

"N-no mine my brother! I want to hold him longer" you and Henry shared a look and sighed choosing to let her hold him until her arms were tired.

Fran walked over taking a quick peek at the baby before handing Henry his phone giving him a quick hug which he returned.

"Here I best be off congratulation the two of you, I'm so happy for you all"

"Thanks again for watching Paige...You sure you don't want a cuddle before you go?"

"No no let Paige have her snuggles I'm sure I will get a cuddle soon see you soon" Henry moved sitting at the bottom of the bed watching his family happily. Before flicking through the pictures readying one for twitter and family. He chose one that melted his heart Paige staring down at Silas with you and Henry staring at each other smiling, glowing with pride, Silas' face was partly hidden. he posted the photo announcing to the world he was the proud father of two healthy children, life couldn't get any better then this! Henry was on cloud nine...But Paige did have a point...There was two more spare rooms, Henry will give it a few months before bringing it up. But for everything he was worth he had a feeling you'd be pregnant by the end of next year. Paige was spoilt in a sense and he just can't refuse his little princes and Sister was now on the list he would try not to disappoint.

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill #henry cavill fic #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x daughter #henry cavill x you

[tyongf-nct]

dirty - choi san (smut drabble)

dynamic: san x female reader

warnings/tags: smut, spit kink, blowjobs, slight degradation, dirty talk, basically i want san to spit in my mouth

San’s long fingers wrapped around your jaw, holding your head up as you panted, thinly veiled pleasure covered by pure exhaustion.

“You ready to stop?” He asked. His words were teasing but his tone held some concern, not wanting to push you too far. You knew your limits, though, and you weren’t going to stop until you reached them.

“No,” your voice was hoarse as you choked out the words, “I want more.”

San chuckled, shaking his head as if that was exactly the answer he had been expecting.

“Of course you do, baby. You always want more, don’t you? Want to be treated like the little slut you are?”

You moaned loudly, the sharp noise slicing throught the air as you nodded frantically. Racing hot pleasure zipped through your veins, headed straight for your core as San gripped your face tighter.

“Open,” he commanded. You shuddered, knowing what was coming next. You opened your mouth, letting it fall relaxed as San spit one long line of saliva straight onto your tongue. You moaned, closing your mouth to swallow it greedily. His eyes rolled back, pleasure washing over his features as he watched you hungrily take in his spit.

“Fuck,” he grunted, yanking you by the jaw to come closer. You were still on your knees, your legs on fire at this point, but it wasn’t enough to discourage you. San hadn’t let you suck him off yet and you were so desperate to have him in your mouth that you’d do anything at this point. The sooner you sucked him off, the sooner he’d have at you later.

“More,” you gasped. San bit his lip, his eyes fluttering closed as he took a deep breath, his cock twitching in his pants. You wanted so badly to reach up and palm him over the material, but if you did that you wouldn’t get anything later on, so it was better to just be patient. The reward was always so much better when you were patient.

“God, you’re so fucking dirty. So desperate, huh?” He murmured, mostly to himself. You nodded anyway, smiling for a moment before widening your mouth once more. He spit another line into you mouth, this time holding your jaw open to watch it fall out by the corners. You moaned as you felt it drip out by your chin and down your neck, probably glistening on your skin as you shifted in attempt to relieve some of the pressure in your center. You throbbed and clenched around nothing, almost wanting to cry from how horny you were. San chuckled darkly, his tongue coming out to lick his lips absentmindedly as he watched you become covered his in saliva. It was his own way of marking you, much hotter and much dirtier than giving you hickies or spanking you. It was his own special touch, and you absolutely loved it.

“You’ve been such a good girl, you know that? So pretty on your knees for me,” he said. You whimpered, white hot need rushing through you and settling deep inside you. San removed his hand from your jaw and startled to unbuckle his belt, excitement electrifying the room’s atmosphere instantly.

“I want your mouth around me, I want to come down your throat. Can you do that for me, baby girl?”

“Yes,” you croaked out. Your throat was already sore and he hadn’t even been inside your mouth yet. Once his member was freed from his underwear he placed the tip against your mouth, slapping it against you twice before pushing himself inside. You hallowed your cheeks, sucking him down until his tip reached the back your throat. You gagged slightly, breathing in through your nose as San pulled away enough for it to be comfortable.

Once you were fine, San began to thrust in and out of your warm mouth slowly. You took him in as far as you could, both of your saliva mixing together with obscene noises. You sloppily sucked him off and pumped the rest of his length with your hand, relishing in the way he groaned when your tongue paid extra attention to his tip. You reached your other hand up to his balls, dragging your nails lightly against the soft skin.

“Fuck. God, y/n,” San groaned. His head fell back, eyes closing as he fucked your throat with loose abandon. His tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat, your wide open mouth flooding with all the spit that had been collected. San twitched in your mouth, his muscles tensing as he huffed our heavy breath. With one final squeeze with your hand you pushed him over the edge, swallowing hot come as it pumped down your throat in waves. You looked up at San through your lashes, moaning at the sight of his head thrown back and veiny neck exposed.

You kept sucking until San slid out, too spent to take anymore stimulation.

“You’re so fucking good, y/n. So good for me,” he babbled, cheeks flushed with pleasure. You felt a rolling sensation in your stomach, the desire to be touched quickly taking over your nerves. You whined, shifting on the floor until San opened his eyes again and looked down at you.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to make you feel so good,” he said.

#san smut #ateez smut #san #ateez #san drabbles #ateez drabbles #tyongf-nct

[zoocross0vers]

🐞I PRESENT YOU THERESA LADYBUG AND RANDY CAT NOIR🐱

I love Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja and Miraculous and honestly they have lot in common. Unfortunately there are no pictures of AU like that one, seriously I was looking throught google and nothing. So I decided to draw one with some improvements. I know Randy as Ninja and Ladybug have more in common but honestly Theresa is total Marinette and Randy is ideal for Cat Noir. Theresa has some slight changes like her body figure based from episode House of 1000 Boogers (don’t ask) and her ponytail (usually her ponytail doesn’t look like that) so it would resemble a ladybug’s trait aka her antenas (get it?). For Randy however I use combination both Cat Noir and Ninja so you can see his red trait aroung black Norisu Nine symbol as zip and Green Ninja emblem aroung belt(tail?). If the series would continue Theresa would probably become main cast and had some new outfit that would compliment her Ladybug outfit (sheesh I used “would” too much)😵

Anyway here’s the picture I promised to post on my Birthday. Yes I know it’s not Zootopia (technically it is crossover) but don’t blame me, blame Ben Schwartz! It’s his fault that he is Awesome! Seriously his voice acting is one of the main reasons why I love this show. That’s why I was so excited when I found out that he’s voicing the main protagonist in Sonic the Hedgehog Movie.🤩

Speaking of Sonic, yes I meant his age (depends on which Sonic, movie or original) and also the moment for one-shot. I did mention in description under Zootopian Sonic comic collage and also just in case in Halloween one. So if you still don’t check again the description on comic collage and halloween one.

Hope you like it. I will probably post more in future, be ready. And also SMOKEBOMB💣💨

(“cough"cough”…dang it-.. still smell like farts🤢 “cough” better keep your mouth shut in this case if don’t wanna taste it “cough-ack!”)

P.S. Good luck in your Zootopian Thanksgiving Spirit Story👍

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Hi Guest! Sorry for not posting this sooner and once again, I hope you had a Happy Birthday! 

This is a nice crossover! I admit, I’ve never seen  Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja, but nice job on this regardless :)

That’s okay if you really like Ben Schwartz. I have some celebrities I really like too whose work I follow whether or not it’s in the same show.

Okay, I’ll check that out again for the Sonic one-shot :)

*Gasp* le fart! OoO

lol!

#happy birthday guest #miraculous ladybug #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #crossover art #submission

[that-gt-and-vore-stuffs]

Maybe a Soup Hot Tub Wasn't the Best Idea....

So I had ramen for lunch and this idea spawned. It’s definitely not as long as last nights but hey! It’s something! Also not Pred/Prey Society AU, feel I should mention that

Vore under the cut :)

The winter air nipped at their noses and ears as Jack Frost blew another cold gust their way. Snowflakes the size of their hands occasionally floated by through the open window. They all snuggled close under the level of the liquid as far as they could go before being submerged. The winter months always sucked, but this always managed to make it more comfortable. Steam rose from the bowl as their limbs went numb from the sheer warmth compared to how freezing they had become over the day, heat seeping into their bones. This was the life.

God he cared for these idiots too damn much. He really did. What has he done for them again? He’s hid them away while he took punches and all other types of physical damage from a whole cast of people so they could be safe, kept them warm when the cold was enough to even numb the his fingers, let them hide away when they had a particularly bad nightmare that they couldn’t calm down from, put up with their bullshit stunts on so many occasions, and more! Worst part was that no matter how much he wanted to say that repaying him with a full belly and friendship wasn’t enough he knew that wasn’t true. Having them all stick around even after his weird “habit” was exposed ment the world to him. That and getting the permission to just tuck them away if he was feeling peckish or overprotective was absolutely amazing. Just like everything though, sacrifices had to be made to keep the other party happy at times. For them it was often just going down without a fight and belly rubs. For him? Giving up his dinner so he could keep them warm.

As he sits there, cocooned in blankets of various thicknesses, he rethinks his decisions for what must be the fifth time in the last hour. He should sleep and boy is he aware of that, but he just can’t. His mind is getting in the way. What if he oversleeps and comes back to them frozen in the soup? What if they try and come to him once it goes cold and they freeze up? The orignal contents of the bowl won’t stay warm forever and he knows that. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts, he sighs. What to do? What to do.....

He jolts awake not even five minutes later, though it feels like it’s been hours. What happened? Where was he? What? Hold on- taking a moment, he attempted to gather his throughts. He’s wrapped in blankets in the lodging house. He was here because the boys were cold, right? They....no yelling. Odd. The Newsies of Manhattan were never quiet unless- They must be asleep. Yeah. That was it. But where? The bunks were empty. All of them. Where in the hell would they have gone in cold like this? He should go and check on them, make sure they’re ok and all. Stumbling to his feet he waddles his way through the lodging house, blankets still wrapped around him.

Before long he finds himself following the scent of something delicious instead of looking for his friends. What was that? Soup? Definitely something more creamy, with chicken too. It was enough to draw a hungry growl from his still empty stomach as he trudges though the halls.

The smell leads him to the common room where a lightly steaming bowl of, Yep, cream of chicken soup sits on the table, a discarded spoon next to it. His mind snaps focus onto it. No one was eating it. It seemed to have been discarded for a good while. Would it hurt if he just....helped himself? Worse case scenario he payed his friends back- where even were they? Eh. He could worry later. Searching would be easier on a full stomach anyway.

Stumbling to the table, he sits down. His sleep clouded eyes gazing into the bowl and managing to ignore the sleeping faces of his friends. Saliva puddles on his tongue as he licks over his lips, staring into the bowl. It looks and smells so good, even without noticing his friends using it as a sleeping place. A unhappy, hollow growl pulls a small whine from his throat. Why was he waiting?

With little hesitation after that, he picked up the spoon and let his body work. Each spoonful of the still warm liquid and little somethings that each had their own tastes slipped down his throat with such ease, spreading the heat throughout his insides. Best. Idea. Ever.

Multiple times things came as a force to try and wake them up. First the sound of shuffling that they quickly ignored. Followed by a growl and a small whine. Again, they pushed it off. Probably just Davey in his sleep or whatever. The ice cold spoon was what managed to jolt them all awake. The cold of the metal was met yelps and surprised gasps as they felt their world shift.

Safe to say they weren’t all that amused to open their eyes to see a half asleep looking Davey happily swallowing down a spoonful of soup and at least a Newsie or two. Try as they might to yell and get the boy’s attention in any way possible, nothing seems to work. Spoonful by spoonful more boys are sent to a new holding chamber that wouldn’t get cold like the bowl less and less were left in by the minute. At one point towards the end when at least 85% of the bowl’s contents now resided in Davey’s gut, said boy had picked up the bowl and decided to finish it off like a mug of coffee or something similar. With a final swallow they were sent down. Down to the dark, hot, wet, and full stomach where the newsboys of Manhattan now resided.

As he lowered the now empty bowl back to the table, a pleased sigh sounded from the half asleep teen. That felt much better. The warmth and fullness from his late supper bloomed in his middle, a hand slipping over his gurgling middle while a lazy smile painted itself on his lips. So much better. His other hand grabbed the sides of the blankets, pulling them over him cocoon style again. He could sleep right here for all his sleepy mind cared. He was full, warm, and happy. That was what he needed to be to have a good sleep, right? No...no he should get back to bed. Groaning quietly, he shoved himself to his feet. Again he waddles his way through the dark of the eerily quiet lodging house like some awkwardly tall, half asleep penguin. The moment he made it to the seemingly abandoned bedroom of the boys he collapsed onto a bed and snuggled down.

When they fell asleep in the bowl of soup the last thing they expected was to be gulped down by their friend who seemed to decide that halfway to sleep he wanted a full stomach. Now they were all crammed together in the dark, churning, gurgling confines of their friend’s gut. Just their luck. Groans and complaints are heard from the crowd as they shift, trying to get comfortable in the room while not drowning in soup. There was a lot of shifting, multiple limbs stuck in each other’s faces, and yelps when Davey’s stomach would pitch one way after a uneven step or stumble and send them all tumbling into each other, ultimately undoing all their hard work. Things only calm down when Davey snuggles under the covers and curls around his middle.

The little accidental kicks or punches to his stomach wall certainly don’t go unnoticed. They make Davey smile as he snuggles down, getting ready to go back to a peaceful sleep for a bit. The idea of looking for any of his friends has completely slipped his mind by now, his sleepy brain preferring to laugh at how silly he is for thinking he feels squirming. Must miss having the boys in there. He makes a mental note to find a time and an excuse to get to swallow the boys, smiling at the idea. A happy little sigh escapes him as his eyes flutter shut. Just like that, he’s snoring and out cold.

The snoring from above only serves to make the boys more frustrated. Not only did their friend swallow them all down when he said he was just letting them warm up in the soup but then he just falls asleep without a word? What kind of bullshit was this?! Squirming picks up, no longer accidental, in hopes to wake their friend from his slumber.

“DAVID I SWEAR T’GOD, WAKE YA SORRY ASS UP AND SPIT US OUT!!!” Jack yells, hoping to grab the attention of the boy who had helped him though the strike and yank him from the world of the living.

He only gets snores and the occasional gurgle in response. Son of a bitch.

And boy does this continue on. Each of the boys tries at least once to wake their sleeping friend. All are met with the same response of snoring and the sounds of Davey’s body at work. Zip-a-dee-do-dah-fucking-day.

Hours pass and nothing comes from the boy around them. Nothing but snores, soft breathing, a steady heartbeat, and the gurgles and groans from his stomach as it works away at the soup but leaves them unharmed. Great. What is their luck?

Finally, just as they get ready to accept the fact that they’re stuck and fall asleep, something moves. Shifts. The breathing around them hitches as the world pitches one way, a small grunt from above as the body moves.

“Mmmmmghhh.....guys? Where are....why am I....mmm....what happened last night?”

#safe vore #soft vore #g/t newsies #newsies vore #davey gets hungry while sleepy #forgets his friends are vibin in soup jacuzzi #everything goes downhill from there #david please #youre adorable but a real idiot sometimes

[scentedsongrebel]

CHASE (1)

Pairings: Thief! Bucky Barnes * Thief! Reader (female)

Summary:“Mr. ‘B’ world renounced thief, they call him an artist you see.” He laughs, one devoid of humor and pushes his hair off his forehead as he brings his hand in front of his face, all his fingers touch his thumb to make the ‘fox’ shape from them.

“The beauty with which he crafts his muse. Every robbery a new piece of art. Every stroke careful and planned. Every scheme drawn with precision. He takes pride in his master pieces”.

He shakes his head, his lips setting in a firm line.“For me, well he is just a pity thief. And who better to know a thief than one herself”

Word Count: 3197

Warnings: Robbery, mentions of robbery, Violence, Gun shooting, some cursing…. maybe? 

Chapter 1

Dressed in formal this time, he moves through the airport crowd smoothly, without garnering any attention.

He runs his hand through his dark hair, cut short this time to blend in. He also has a little stubble going on which he thinks makes him look years older as he catches a glimpse in one of the design mirrors on the airport walls.

His flight isn’t scheduled for another 3 hours but he likes to be early, prepared and out of the main city as soon as possible.

He hears a young boy arguing over at the check-in counter for a possibility to get a flight before 7 am to which the lady shakes her head telling him the earliest they have available is for 10 am.

The boy runs his hands through his hair roughly as he pulls at the roots moving out of the line.

James (today Robert) moves forward and hands over his ticket and id card getting himself a pass.

He moves to sit on one of the chairs as he waits for the time of his flight that leaves at 4 am. Its 1:00 right now.

As he gets comfortable to read with smugness the article about his achievement and yet another failure of the police, his eyes drift to the news going on on the television.

“Mr. ‘B’ informs CNN of his next target” it reads and James’ eyebrow raises in amusement.

“Just right now” the lady on the news channel says as she sits on the desk at her office “We got a call from the famous thief Mr. ‘B’ informing our news channel of his next target right here in the city-

James folds his newspaper as a smile graces his lips. This is interesting. And while he knows this is a bad idea, he stills looks around.

He always did love a challenge.

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The young boy is suddenly informed of a last minute cancellation and availability on the 4 am flight.

He won’t miss The tennis match.

God bless whoever cancelled last minute.

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Darkness and excess of security. A swap here and running behind the pillar before a guard can turn around, you navigate yourself through the museum before making way towards your target through the AC vents that have been closed for a while but you have your ways. The tiny particles of dust dance around as you navigate through the narrow tunnels.You would have been a sneezing mess if it weren’t for your face mask.

As you wipe the bead of sweat flowing down your chin under your black face mask, you smile at the ease with which you secured your target.

You jump down almost from the top of the room skillfully and look towards the target you were here for.

She’s beautiful. They say she belonged to Cleopetra herself. Gifted to her by one of her lovers. They say her beauty is nothing compared to her owner and suddenly you understand the egyptian men’s attraction for her.

The green diamond shines in the dimly lit room emanating a beautiful glow. For a minute you stay in your position just admiring the beauty before yourself. 

The moment last only a short while before you realize your mission and rush you get your hands on the diamond.

“You don’t want to do that”

You quickly whip your head to the source of the voice and look straight at him. Clad in full black shealth suit and a face mask different from yours. While your covers your entire face only leaving a long patch for the eyes, his is more revealing like an eye mask people wear at those fancy parties. His head in covered in a black hat matching both your suits.

He seems to be eating a sandwich. Which he quickly finishes and wipes his mouth with a tissue paper

He stands up pocketing the napkin

“Motion detectors” he points towards the necklace. He then produces a pair of sunglasses “Wanna see?” He asks as he places the sunglasses on your nose so you can see through it

Just as he said red laser lines run parallel to each other around the necklace

“Infra red rays” he takes his sunglasses back “the moment you go to touch the necklace, an alarm would be set off and” he points towards the several gates lining the walls “Atleast three guards from each door would come rushing”

You look at him raising your eyebrows but realize he probably won’t be able to see them because of your mask but he somehow knows you figure going by his smile

“I’m a professional” he stretches his arms “I know how these security dudes think”

You look at him trying to gauge your next move but he is quicker

“You wanna steel it” he shrugs “it’s yours to steel”

You raise your eyebrow again

“Nah this thing is not even on my list” he starts to move closer to you and produces something from the pocket of his skin tight black vest

You quickly take up a defencive stance preparing to reach out for your knife but then he raises his arms in front of you and you realize it’s just a chocolate. He tears the wrapper from his gloved hands and takes a bite

“Oh no need for weapons dude” he says as he takes another bite “I’m just hungry” he brings it towards you “protein bar?”

You shake your head and look back towards the thing trying to decipher your next move. He continues eating

“When you’re done with the analysis just thought I’d tell you, the moment you touch the object, 12 mili-ampere current beams would shoot throught those holes in the walk” he points all around the room “one hit and BOOM paralysis” your eyes widened and he smiles at you taking another bite of his protein bar “temporary hopefully”

You look at the thing again not out of options. This was more difficult than you anticipated. Time to think of something new

He smiles as he observes you going through an internal debate

“Confused” he mocks and you glare at him “you should be, its really a difficult position, I can help”

You look at him with furrowed brows

“Well honey” he mocks “This seems to be a highly one sided conversation. How am I supposed to work this if you won’t talk to me”

You only glare and he finishes the last of his protein bar pocketing the wrapper and zipping his pocket close

He adjusts his mask that only covers his eyes and rubs his hands

“Okay so here’s how this goes” he seems serious suddenly “You tell me why you used my name, I help steel this and its mine cause you used my name and its kinda the main rule of this profession 'you steel it in my name its mine”

He tilts his head and gives you a dark smile that screams trouble and you feel your heart increase its speed

“You may wanna start talking”

You look around amd your eyes suddenly lock on the cctv camera on the top of the room

“Hacked” he says and you turn to look at him “all they can see is this sword undisturbed and right here without us in the frame, we have approximately” he looks at his wrist watch “ 15 mins before they figure it out, so you better get talking”

You look around trying to find a way to catch him off guard but he is faster as he pins you to one of the walls

“Why did you use my name”

His face is really close to yours and you feel your heart rate increase trying to look around but he forces your face to look at him right in the ocean blue eyes

“I-I ” you try to say and he smiles again. You suddenly hate the curve of his lips.

“You?” He mocks and there is a sudden jolt of anger in you at him

You kick him in the shin and catch him off guard moving away from him. He tries to get back at you removing his gun from his thigh holster but you stop him

“Stop threatning and I will talk” he smirks and signals you to continue. You run your hand over your face and continue “I just knew you would be hot and right now, I feel you are hoter than I thought”

He makes a face and you’re sure his eyebrows are raised under that mask

“I mean dude” you move your hands around suddenly excited “You are like the Merly Streep of our world, I mean like totally top, top of the charts”

He smirks at that

“I have always looked up to you” you smile but you’re sure he can’t see it through your mask “I kinda really wanted to meet you and I have a preposition for you and you can’t say no to”

His smirks widens and he crosses his arms “Go on”

“You see like Sherlock needs Dr. Watson, like Cory Mattews and Shawn Hunter, like Chandler Bing and Joey Tribianni, like - like” you click your fingers as you try to come up with more “like like Tom and Jerry everyone needs a partner in crime. You know a little help indeed and well” You motion towards him from both your hands then at yourself “What about a literal partner in actual crime”

He actually lets out a laugh at that and shakes his head

“No thanks”

“What no dude listen” you move towards him “you need me, you maybe famous world-wide but me” you smile “The best of the best locally. Brooklyn has never seen a talent like me”

“I’m just fine by myself” he shakes his head and then moves towards you and bends down so you two are nose to nose “A theif is brilliant only by himself, no threats of betrayal”

Your heart suddenly starts accelerating its speed and you are not sure if it is because of his words or his closeness

“I-I” he turns around and looks at the item

“5 mins left Brooklyn’s best theif” he smirks “Maybe you can show me how good a partner you can make”

You smile at his words and move your hand in through the holes for your eyes in your mask and reach your hand to your hair to pull out a hair pin

“Duck” you scream quickly and he is fast to follow as you both get down on your knees and you throw the hair pin towards the artifact. Several alarms start blazing and just as he said 3 guards each enter running towards the room with huge guns

They corner you both from all sides and you make eye-contact with your fellow theif before you smirk and you are pretty sure he knows you are beneath the mask as you ignore the warnings of the guards to stay on your knees and hands behind your back as you reach for the artefact, clicking the button on your belt that pulls you up towards the vents through the ropes you hand installed and you barely get a glimpse of the guards falling down as the laser beams shoot out and hit them.

You don’t see what happened with the other before you make your way through a different path in the vents you came from and get down towards the back of the museum quickly. Just as you pocket the diamond you hear footsteps running towards you from your right and make eyecontact with a red-head woman not in her uniform but clearly a police inspector

She produces her gun and speaks in her ear-pieve “Steve I have him in the C corridor” She slowly moves towards you with the gun raised “Hands up”

You move your hands up in surrender before there is a gun shot from behind you that hits the red-head right in her hands and she drops the gun screaming in pain.

Before you know it, you body is pushed against thick arms and engulfed and being pulled thorugh the corridors. More officers run down the halls and try to shoot at the teo of you but he is faster and is anticipating each and every move and none even get a glimpse of you both.

Suddenly you are dropped in a corner and and you hear footsteps run away from you. Did he just leave you to run away? What the hell. You feel your pockets and the diamond is gone. Great.

Just as more officers almost reach you, you stand up and decide if you should run before someone has a gun pointed at your back.

“Got him” this guy says to those in front of you through the dark and moves your hand behinx your back and handcuffing “Though he had another one with him, shot officer romanoff, you might wanna catch that one I think he has the diamond”

“You got this?” One if the officer asks him

“Ya” he says “this one seems the weaker one” there is a playfullness in his voice and you immediately recognize that voice and your eyes widen. He moves his head toward your ear and whispers “Be quiet”

The other guys leave to chase 'your partner’ and he guides you through an exit you hand no idea even existed and before you know it you are out of there and quickly pushed in the passenger seat of a car, hands still in hand-cuffs.

Just as he starts the car you get a good look at the guy and your eyes widen as you get a look at the guy in his police uniform and thick mustach. He smiles at you and moves through the traffic. Leaving behind the sirens and commotion around the museum.

“The robbery was brilliant” he says as you hit the highway after a while “perfect in all sense except the running away part, need'ta work on that, you know most important part of being a theif, execution is important and all but if you get caught,everything is in vain.”

“O-okay?” You say now actually really scared and trying to decipher where he was taking you

“Well I’m known for my running away skills and as my partner, you will be too soon”

He genuinely smiles at you and you smile back trying really hard to mask the fear you actually feel in the moment and try to appear excited.

“Also Tom and Jerry were kinda enemies rather than partners in crime”

A small short lived laugh escapes your lips.

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“I really thought you betrayed me” The blonde says as he stands besides you at the concert, the music blazing through the speakers

“And go where” you glare at him “not many places left where I could go and your men are not around”

“Kinda need to do that” he shrugs “can never fully trust you not to run away”

“Great makes me feel so special” you say and wince as the rapper takes some verse and the girl besides you loses it, screaming her love for him

“Did we really have to meet here” you ask covering your ears as he continues looking forward and shakes his head

“Crowded places reduce the risk of him seeing you with me and getting suspious”

You nod

“So what is his plan” officer Rogers then asks folding his arms on his chest

“Plans?” You shrug “I don’t know. It has been just 2 days since we met you really think he will tell me every one of his plans?”

He sighs and shakes his head

“And it is all your fault” you hiss through the noice “You were supposed to catch him there I did everything.” You move your hands around exasperated “distracted him with the partner proposal, took the diamond and ran the way you told me to and was even surrendering to your officer”

He glares back “you got her shot, Agent Romanoff is one of my best officers and now she has to go through all these physiotherapies before she can even hold a gun”

“I got her shot??” you look at him disbelievingly “he shot her and took me”

He just shakes his head and you sigh

“Listen he is coming here today so just catch him and let me off this”

“Ya right arrest him for making friends with you cause that is a real crime” he shakes his head “Listen to me carefully Y/N you cannot catch a theif without proof and theifs like him, leave no proof, unless we actually catch him during the robbery we have nothing against him”

You shake your head “What am I supposed to do now after you failed so miraculously”

“Be his partner” your eyes widen “report his every move, his plans, everything back and help us catch him”

“No- I-I can’t do that” you yell through the youngsters singing the rap with the rapper

“Yes you can and you will” he says sternly “Listen I know its hard but now you are deep in it and you are my best chance, also you have to do this if you really want to avoid the atleast 10 year prison sentence which would come if I by mistake provide the jury with your file. Just saying”

His threat almost causes tears to form in your eyes but you hold it in as you cross your arms

“What will he do to me if he finds out” you whisper and even through the noice he hears you

“He will kill you” BOOM the loud screeches of the drum signalling the end of the song accompany his words and you nod trying to hold back the tears.

“Stay in contact” he says and then he’s gone. You don’t even try to see where he went, instead trying to calm your racing heart

It is another song that has kids in front of you going crazy as the singer- you don’t even remember the name- of removes his shirt and throws it to the audience”

A body pushes against yours and this hippy guy with shoulder length hair in just a halve sleeved jacket shimmering in some design opened up to reveal his shirt-less torse (which btw is swoon worthy), his arms bathed in different bracelets and rings smiles at you through his teeth to reveal his lip piercing.

You frown and turn back to look at the stage before he tries to gather your attention again

“Hey its me” your eyes widen and you look at him again and he smiles. You can recognize that voice anywhere

“You changed your look again” you scream as you look around

“Kinda my thing” he shrugs and then offers you the plastic glass in his hand

“No thanks” you shake your head

“Take it” he forces the glass in your hands and you look inside to find no drink in it instead a paper of some sort “Ticket, for the plane and the passport is beneath it, don’t be late”

And with that he is gone just as the singer bids his goodbye.

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#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barns x reader #bucky fluff #bucky imagine

[wardogxicarus]

Atlas

Energy quivered in every cell in his body. The twitching of his fingertips were veiled by the rumbling and shaking within the transport’s cabin. A narrow strip of dense plastic gave him a snapshot of the terrain outside. Leland found it almost eerie that Kuwait was exactly what he imagined it to be: dirt and sand. A lot of it. Disappointment in the lack of scenery didn’t stop the excited nerves that zipped through him like electricity. He turned his attention to his rifle and gave it another visual check. 

“Black vellllvet and that little boy smiiiillllee!” Noah belted out, jolting Leland from his throughts, “Black velllvet and that slow, southern, styyyyyle!” 

“Really, Noah?” Leland flashed him a faint smile, “Haven’t they played this song to death on the radio by now?" “No way! I can’t get enough of Alannaj’s sweet, sweet, silky tones.”

Suddenly, two more of their squad mates joined in, Leland chuckling and rolling his eyes in response. Noah was so transparent; singing like a fool to distract him from his restlessness. The worst part is that it worked. The static in his atoms seemed to had settled down to a calmer state. What was there to worry about? They had been escorting oil convoys between destinations for weeks now. Leland returned his gaze to the poor excuse of a window. Hundreds of shades of brown and tan. 

Hmmm? A streak of cyan?

Before another thought could cross his mind, his entire world violently jerked in a different direction. Time seemed to slow down, seemingly mired in an invisible goo. Particles dirt and a helmet drifted across his vision as everything twisted and turned upside down. He could vaguely make out a rumbling roar in his ears, a high pitched ringing starting up. He was completely upside down a beat later, flecks of red contrasting against the tan colored seats. 

And then their vehicle struck the ground a rolled. 

Reality jolted from slow motion into high speed as he was jerked and rattled around until the Humvee came to a stop. His rifle was gone from his hands, lost in the jumble of other weapons and other gear. The ringing in his ears was deafening and a sickening ache started up in his head, spurring him to give it a shake and then fumble around for his seat belt. With a soft click, he fell forward and landed on his squad mate across from him. Wait, he was hanging in his seat?

“Sorry, Kicks. Come on, get up.” Leland rose and grabbed his rifle from the mess. His comrade didn’t move. “Kicks?” A second, more focused, look make his stomach do a nauseating flip. His brother’s eyes were staring into nothing, unblinking. He’d reached out to nudge his shoulder and his head rolled far too easily. Snapped neck. A terrible wetness welled up in Leland’s mouth and he forced back the desire to vomit and glanced around. Everyone else seemed to be alive and were scrambling to mobilize. 

Noah was leaning into the driver’s cabin. “They’re alive! Bishop, help me!”  He moved without thinking as he jumped into action and started to work the two men in the front free of their entrapment to drag them out. That was when he became aware of the shouting and exchange of fire. Another flash of cyan came into his range of vision and he instinctively ducked down at it screamed by. The earth exploded into a shower of sand and grit thirty feet behind him, a shallow crater left in its wake. 

“What the hell was that?!”  “Fuck, you see that explosion?!” “Incoming!”

Another explosion, this time a brutal one as another vehicle in their convoy burst into a fireball. The flash of heat on Leland’s face was intense, but it paled in comparison to the white-hot pain that suddenly streaked under his eyes and across the bridge of his nose. He screamed and brought a gloved hand up to press down on the site. The pain settled into a consistent throb while a warmth seeped down his face when he pulled his hand away. His glove’s palm was crimson.  “Leland!” Noah grabbed his shoulders and looked him over. “Shit... you’re a lucky fuck; looks like a grazing...” his eyes lifted and Leland watched his friend visibly grow pale. He followed the gaze and once again had to bite back a gag. 

Kyle... there was a gaping hole in his torso that was smoldering. He stood for a second longer before crumpling to the ground. 

More flashes of that horrid blue flew by and the Marines were forced to flatten out on the ground. “I’ve never heard of anything like this! What the hell kind of weapon has fire power like this?!” Leland’s question never got an answer. They didn’t have the luxury for discuss it right now. His muscles knew what they had to do and moments later he was firing back at two vehicles that had come over one of the hills.

Despite the ambush, maybe, just maybe, they could turn this around. 

He was so wrong. One by one other members of their squad met an end, limbs vaporized, pieces of debris impaling or crushing them, whole seconds of their bodies being blasted away in a spray of red. It was a massacre in every sense of the word. It wasn’t long before Leland came to the grim realization that he, Noah, and the two unconscious drivers were all they were left... and the glint of their enemy’s weapon turning to lock onto them was obvious. 

Was this how it ended for him? Blasted away by an unseen enemy that had tech unlike anything he had seen before? Fear gripped his heart, but he moved to line up a shot anyway. 

Then the roar of the helicopter flew in. Heavy gunfire rained upon the two vehicles in the near distance, halting their assault while a second helicopter swooped in. “MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!” An officer barked. Leland didn’t hesitated to obey. Noah grabbed one of their unconscious squad mates while he hauled another onto his shoulders and made a mad dash for the aerial vehicle. As soon as they were in the doors slid closed and the jerk of an emergency departure forced him deep into his seat. 

His blood pounded in his ears, hands trembling violently while his breath came and went in quiet, quivering, bursts. Copper flavors lingered on his tongue from blood seeping over his lips. He dared not look out of the window as they were flown out of the hot zone and rushed back to the nearest base. Time seemed so bizarre from that point on. He was functioning in the moment, but he felt his brain was elsewhere at the same time. He felt stuck in a loop of recollections, that ominous flash of cyan imprinted in his visual memory. That wasn’t normal weaponry; it wasn’t conventional in the least bit. It was something else... and it laid waste to his squad. 

Suddenly a deep weight settled into his shoulder muscles, creeping all the way down to his bones. He didn’t know it then, but it was a weight that would press on him for decades to come.

#| drabble | #| Personal Intel | Headcanon #| tw: death | #| tw: violence | #| tw: gore | #| Still on Both Legs | #| Tales of Youth | #| long post |

[bluecrusadearcade]

Ok but the sexual tension between the person zipping up your backpack when you accidentally left it open and you is like throught the roofs.

#why am i even posting this #why am i like this #like why #what is this #lol post #welp lol

[jordan102791]

Velvet Lace part 7

"All right, kitty. You have an appointment with the vet this afternoon, but you'll have to come into work with me first. Think you can behave?" Her mind swirled with thoughts of monotonous tapping on computer keys. Her shoved into a cramped carrier while he flipped through pages of memos and paperwork; unjamming the printer and filling the toner in mechanical silence. Frankly, the idea already had her bored half to tears.

"I don't have a carrier," her ears perked up as the day started looking brighter at his words. "I can carry you in a bag, but you're gonna need to cooperate with me. It'll probably be more comfortable than carrying you in my coat like before. Think we can make that work?" She mewed a reassurance, brushing her cheek to his pant leg. "Okay, you have a choice. Duffle bag or back pack?"

A black snake coiled and flickered the air,moseying closer to inspect. While a valiant effort had been made to clean both, a sharp whiff reveal the tangy breeze of sweat and man after the gym from the duffle bag. Effectively making the decision for her. Pouncing into the backpack, her serpentine tail the only thing still keeping her from disappearce. She turns around and sits down, peeking golden eyes over the zipper at the man.

"I'm gonna zip it a bit, just to make sure you don't fall out. But I promise I won't close it. Trust me?" A meow. Her head popping down into the bag, pulling herself far from the closure to keep her fur safe from snagging. Light shimmered in a spotlight, grazing her whiskers. Amber orbs glowing in the dimness. "All set. Ready to go?" A midnight face poking throught the opening. Strong hands jostling the bag to strap it to his chest. She hadn't thought about it before, but she was glad he wore the bag this way so it was easier for her to watch where they went as he set out down the sidewalk.

Gold weaved through the air on the back of fairies buzzing past. The brisk breeze warmed in their wake. The dim clouds quaking. Afraid of being singed in the light. Windows glistened in the bricked frames as they passed by. The trip was a bit longer than she expected he would've chosen to walk, but not overly so. Her mind flashed back to his naked upper half the night before, and deemed if the lower half matched perhaps this had a part in it, and would surely not complain.

A hand painted window came into view. Colors swirled and collided and crashed like the sea across the glass. The work had obviously taken quite a bit of time and been well preserved. Lettering was often harder than it seemed. She'd seen many take lessons in calligraphy back home and only a few could have been considered truly gifted at it. Whomever had done this work sure could have been one of them. Josh turned, wrenching the door beside the window opened. A tinkling spoke on the air, louder when the door caught on the uneven pavement.

"Josh! How's it going?" A deeper voice boomed from behind a small counter. A graying man stood straight, age having not hunched him over yet, but perhaps only a few years off. He appeared far narrower than someone she would have attributed his voice too, but definitely still healthy. Crinkles graced around his eyes and mouth radiating a kindness leagues deep.

"Hey, Quinn. I'm doing all right. How about you, man? Been a busy morning?"

"About the same as usual. Customers here and there," he answered coming around the counter. "And who do we have here? This the lovely lady you told me about over the phone?" The older man lifting his hand for her to sniff. She didn't even need to, he already felt like a good one off the bat, a rumble coming up from her chest as she stroked her face against his worn soft hand.

"Yep, this is her. We'll check her out at the vet later, see if she has an owner. Though with how dirty she was, I kinda doubt it."

Quinn unzipped the bag as he listened, pulling her out and cuddling her to his chest. His aura exuding peace from every orifice. Her eyes closed, nuzzling down into his palms. "I don't know who would let such a beautiful soul go, but they must be fools, the lot of them."

"You two seem comfortable. Are you sure it's cool if she hangs out with us today?"

"Absolutely, you can bring her in as the bookstore office cat everyday if you'd like. You know I don't get much animal time at home. Steven being allergic and all that. But here he can't stop me," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"How's he doing?" The conversation wavered off into the void as she took in her surroundings. A bookstore. So this was what he did. It was modest size, with what looked to be a second level up a spiral staircase. She hadn't pinned this as being where he'd work. She wasn't sure why bc in the time she'd known him this felt like a good match. The dark cinnamon stained floors and shelves were the focal point, after the rainbowed colors of the spines lining each shelf. Rich colors of evergreens with the dark sun peeking just over ridge. Dark, but not cold. A warm home with a fire lit in the hearth, logs crackling releasing fireflies into the air. That's how her sould felt in this foreign place, singing to her heart. A home.

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a/n: hey there! hhh this isn’t too fluff heavy but it’s there if you squint! thanks for reading! hope you enjoy! (title subject to change bc i couldn’t think of anything)

warnings: angst, alluding to death and assassination, branding

words: 2362

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 It was said that the Hwang family was always successful, and came from a line of royals. Now, they ran a mega-corporation, known internationally. Your family, however, came from a long line of right-hand men and servants, and apprentices. All your life, you were being prepared to follow the CEO of that company, the heir of the throne you could say- Hwang Hyunjin. It should’ve felt major, something you were indebted to do, and you were. But Hyunjin never made you feel that way. You weren’t supposed to interact with the Hwangs unless they asked something of you. But here he was, sneaking off from an important family banquet and talking to you.

“Aren’t you scared?” you whispered, looking up at him. “Won’t it be hard to handle a huge corporation like your dad?” It was something you always probed him when you had the chance, even though you knew you’d get a vague answer.  He scoffed. “A mega-corporation is the least I’m afraid of.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “I should get going,” he added, “They’ll get suspicious.” You grabbed his hand and looked up at the stars. “Just stay for a minute longer,” you asked, “admire the stars.” You both leaned against the railing of the porch? “If anything,” he muttured, “You should be afraid.” The stars were exceptionally bright tonight, it felt like they burned through the atmosphere just to shine.

“Of what?”

“Everything.”

And when you turned around to tell him off for being weird and vague, he was already gone.

You hadn’t seen Hyunjin since that night. You had assumed that he was busy preparing his coronation of sorts. But you were busy too, preparing for the same things he was. But the truth was, you weren’t exactly sure what the preparation was for. “But how am I supposed to help Hyunjin if I can’t speak directly to him?” Your mother smacked the back of your head. “Refer to him as Mr. Hwang!” Your arms flailed up and over. “He’s only two years older!” you said, “And he’s not even here!” This earned you another smack. “It doesn’t matter,” she scolded, “We work for them, not the other way around.”  For eighteen years, you had asked the same questions, and received the same answers- if one could even call it that. But tonight, the night of the ceremony, was the night of answers, and more questions. Your mother zipped up your evening gown, a color that complimented your skin tone well. It was good fabric, silk, and wrapped around your body tightly. “You look great,” your mother whispered in your ear, “All grown up.” You shuddered at the thought of growing old.

“Where’s dad?”

Your mother paused before brushing your hair back. “He’ll be back before you and Mr. Hwang Hyunjin sign the contract,” she responded, “He just had to take care of something for his father.” You held out your pinky, looking at your mom from the mirror. “Pinky promise?” She put your pinky down. “I can’t promise you anything.” You brought your hands together, and you didn’t push. “You should go,” she said, “You don’t want to be late.” Your mother cupped your face as you turned to leave. “I love you,” she said, “And I’m sorry for putting you through this.” You shrugged. “Nothing to fear but fear itself.” Your mother smacked your head again. “I don’t know if you’re brave, or just utterly clueless.”

The fact was, even if you didn’t want to admit it, was that you were. You were utterly clueless.

You stood at the entrance you were sent to. Playing with the skirt of your dress absentmindedly, you heard someone approach. “Jinnie,” you called out, “I thought you wouldn’t have made it.” He scoffed, leaning against the doorframe. “I couldn’t miss this if I tried.” You smiled. You smiled at him. “Always one with words,” you teased, “I bet you’re unbelievably popular with the ladies.” You made a dramatic gesture, your hand on your forehead. “I’m going to have you guillointed.” “Oh Jinnie,” you called out after him, “You’re sweeping me off my feet.”

“Shut up!”

Your laughing came to a cease when the door opened, a young man around the same age as Hyunjin, motioned for you to come in. “It’s time.” You nodded, making your way throught the narrow and long corridor- dimly lit and ominous. “You must be nervous,” he commented, “I am too.” “Oh yeah?” you asked, “What’s your position?” His step slowed down for a moment before picking up again. “His right hand man,” he continued, “Han Jisung, to live and to serve. And you?” You pondered for a moment. “I guess I’m not too sure,” you said, “Probably his assistant or something. They never really told me.” He opened his mouth to say something, but hushed as the light peeked into the hallway. You both stepped into the banquet hall, upon the right side of the band’s stage. The light shined in your eyes, making you cover your them as you walked to the center. You quickly pulled your hand down once you realized there was a grand number of people in the room- all of their eyes on you. You spotted Hyunjin on the opposite side of the stage, in a formal black suit. His hair was parted to the side, as usual, but something about this lighting made him look soft and almost angelic. Hyunjin caught you staring and winked, then resumed to wave to people familiar to him. It took all of you to maintain a poker face and not stick your tongue out at him, you reminded yourself that this was a serious event.

Even if you weren’t too sure what exactly it was for.

It wasn’t until Hyunjin’s father walked upon the stage, that you stopped zoning out and fix your posture. “It is a pleasure to welcome you all into my home, and present you to the next generation of our organization,” he recited, “Let me introduce you to my son, your next leader, Hwang Hyunjin.” Hyunjin walked and stood next to his dad, you wish you could say he looked nervous, but he was completely composed. Except for the nearly imperceptible tapping of his fingers on his thigh, he looked like the next ceo. “We have Han Jisung and Seo Changbin, taking over as Hyunjin’s right hand men,” he announced, “Their predecessors have worked will within their area. We expect and promise that these young men will do the same.” You leaned a bit to see another boy stand by the side of Hyunjin. His face was long, and he had the best poker face you had seen. Both boys bowed at either side of Hyunjin and stood behind him, formally. “And ___,” you looked up to see Hyunjin’s father look at you expectantly. You fixed your posture and walked as professionally as you could to the father’s side. You looked for your father within the crowd, but found your mother instead. She looked down and shook her head. “When ____ was born, we expected a male to take her father’s place. But we do not discriminate,” he paused as the crowd laughed knowingly. And you took this time to give a questioning look at Hyunjin, who ignored your gaze. “Here to take care of whatever must be taken care of.” A group of older men, including Hyunjin father took a paper within their hands, as their children stood before them. Your father stepped on stage, limping, but on the stage nonetheless. He smiled brightly at you, holding the contract tightly in his hands. “This group of young men,” he paused again, “and woman, hold our future in their hands. Signing this contract, you agree, in front of the entire organization, to take the role you were assigned at birth. Within life and death.” All of the fathers extended the contracts, and the pen that sat within the pocket of their expensive suits. One by one, you signed. You hesitated for a moment, not too sure what the future held in store for you. But you signed nonetheless, mostly because you had no choice.

You eagerly waited to get off stage, when Hyunjin’s father spoke once more. “I know you’re all waiting to go home,” he spoke into the microphone, “But there’s one more thing we must have you do to prove your loyalty.” There were murmurs and smiles amongst the crowd. You looked worriedly at Hyunjin, and he nodded without looking at you. A hot piece of metal was brought to the almost former leader on a velvet cushion. He turned to the group.

 “Who’s first?”

The boys looked nervously at one another, but before you could stop yourself,  you stepped forward. “Me,” you tried to say it firmly, but your voice wavered at first, “I’ll go first.” Hyunjin’s father looked at Hyunjin and gave him the cushion. He held it in his hand for a moment before reaching for the metal bar. “I’m sorry,” he whispered in your ear before brushing your hair away from the nape of your neck. He pressed the bar’s logo onto your nape and your eyes welled with tears as you bit your lip. A small, curved nine forever imprinted on the back of your neck.

“Welcome to District Nine!” the crowd shouted, their drinks raised in the air. And one by one, you all had the same curved nine on the nape of your necks.

You stepped of the stage, as the actual band came up and played lively jazz music. Jisung poked the back of his neck and winced. “I don’t think it’ll hurt less if you keep touching it.” He whined in response. “Give me a break! I didn’t think it’d hurt this bad.” Changbin slapped his back. “I think the brand is officially the least of our problems.” The conversation muted as Hyunjin joined the rest of you. “It’s just me,” he scolded the group, “I’m not high and mighty like my dad.” “Oh Mr. Hwang,” you teased, “Don’t be so modest.” He clicked his tongue and frowned at you. “Actually can I talk to you,” he added, “Alone.” The boys took this as their cue to leave silently, Jisung’s cheeks puffing out as he quickly took some food from a nearby waiter’s platter.

“Are you scared now?” Hyunjin asked. You sat at the creek’s edge, admiring the surrounding garden. “I guess I should be,” you commented, your fingers skimming across the water’s edge. “But now I know that you don’t work for a huge company now.” He sat by you. “No,” he corrected, “I do. But I do more than that.” You looked at him, his side profile illuminated by the moonlight. “Like what?”

“Trick people. Make money.”

You laughed, but he still didn’t look at you. “Jinnie,” you said, “You would never. You’re too nice.” He shook his head. “People change under pressure, under difficult situations.”

“Do you even know what your job is?” he inquired, “What you’ll have to do?” His voice cracked and your concern grew. “Well,” you paused, thinking about it, “Your dad said-”

“Not what my dad said,” Hyunjin cut you off, “But what he meant.” He shook his head before you get a word out. “You don’t understand. You’re not ready.” You both stared out at the garden. Looking at the greenery and organized rainbow of flowery upon you. You loved flowers, and if you could, you would be a botanist. Your voice grew steady and clear. “I’m not stupid you know,” you said, “Whatever bad thing I’m about to do, I was made to do. That’s the only reason I was born.” Tears grew welled up in your eyes, as you stared up at the sky. “We could run away,” he whispered. “No,” you said sadly, “They’d find us.” You looked back at him to see him crying, tears falling like raindrops down his face. You wiped them away. “You’re even handsome when you cry,” you said bitterly, “That’s so annoying.”

You picked a rose nearby, cutting the tip of your finger on it’s thorn. You dropped it on his lap. “Jinnie,” you nudged his arm, finally earning an annoyed look from him, “Every rose has it’s thorns.” You laughed as his eyebrows furrowed. “You’ll change too,” he said as he pushed hair out of your eyes and tucked it behind your ear, “And you’re just a kid.” You both leaned in, but he pulled away nervously. He picked up the rose where there were no thorns, and walked away before you could say anything. “You should get back before anyone starts asking questions,” he yelled, “Technically only the Hwangs are allowed up here.”

“Oh you little-” you got up and ran after him, holding up the skirt of your dress with one hand and heels in the other. “If that’s how you woo girls then I take it back,” you yelled, “You’re awful!”

You both made your way back into the banquet hall, out of breath and barely holding yourselves together. As his Hyujin’s father approached the both of you. “I’ll deal with you two later,” he scolded and looked at Hyunjin, an added, “We’re having a meeting with your team.”

His father lead the both of you into a room where Jisung and Changbin stpod, and another boy you didn’t recognize. They all bowed at the sight of Hyunjin, and you moved to join the others. “Your first assignment,” Mr. Hwang handed a stack of files to Hyunjin, “I trust that you’ll brief them as necessary.” Mr. Hwang left the room, and Hyunjin passed out the files. “Each of you have a role,” Hyunjin started, “Changbin is our informant. Jisung is my second in command. Chan is the organizer. And  ___, our executor.  In order to work as a team, we must all recognize our roles and respect one another.” Hyunjin opened his file, and flipped through it until he reached a group of pictures. “These are our rivals,” he slid the file across the table, “We meet them tomorrow to negotiate..” He paused, taking a glance to look at you.

“Or take them out.”

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